Heavenscent
Rian is baking 'fresh' bread to go with tonight's jumbalaya. There is nothing, NOTHING like the scent of baking bread. What is it about yeast that sends one spinning into contentment and the illusion of warmth?
The aroma almost makes up for Rian's bleeding hands and mouth, cold cracked.
But not for the fact that the brake in Rian's car was frozen ON this morning.
I have spent the day imagining I am in warmer climes. RianIsland, perhaps. Or MyoLand. Some creatures daydream sex. Rian daydreams warmth.
The aroma almost makes up for Rian's bleeding hands and mouth, cold cracked.
But not for the fact that the brake in Rian's car was frozen ON this morning.
I have spent the day imagining I am in warmer climes. RianIsland, perhaps. Or MyoLand. Some creatures daydream sex. Rian daydreams warmth.
posted by La Tulipe | 5:27 PM
4 Comments:
Jumbalaya always makes me think of Newman. *grins*
Rian should come to Australia. Sexpot tones and only a little bit of patchy rain in winter.
Moisterizer! Chapstick for that mouth, vaseline intensive care for the hands, and/or crack creme, or bag balm, or... Any thing HEAVY. I have very dry skin natively and in winter I go through large amounts of stuff for my skin. Don't rely on moisterizers aimed to smell lovely, they are almost all too light, though body butters can be heavy enough.
I think the sexpot tones are reserved for only a lucky few, the average g'day mate won't even raise the hormone level of the most hardened Sheila.
Get that island in the Caribbean, and don't forget to invite your equally frozen friends over.
*taps Sheila*
Yep, she's pretty hard. Plastic, even.
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