One of the cute knife-wielding Chucky dancers demonstrates what my wife wanted to do to my neck when she thought I wasn’t planning our anniversary trip.
I’ve been thinking of writing about the weekend getaway that my wife and I had for our 12th anniversary, but I’m hesitant. Part of me, the juvenile part, knows some people will automatically go THERE if I do discuss this topic.
And, trust me, I don’t blame you.
I wanted to get right to the hotel bed, too. Even my wife did. [Read more…]