Have a look at the photo to the left. Okay, it’s a rather silly picture, but sexy nonetheless. How I’d kill for a set of rippling abs, but I’m afraid those are only found among guys between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five. After that, a guy’s abs tend to disappear, never to be seen again, so I say: show ’em off while you have ’em. Good for you, boys.
I didn’t post this morning because my boyfriend and I left the house at 8:45, to play a round of golf before the weather got too warm. We teed off at 9:30 AM, and the weather stayed remarkable bearable throughout the round. I didn’t play my best; I had a hard time focusing at times, but I had fun and my boyfriend played extremely well. We had a great lunch afterward at a little Greek market near the golf course, so all-in-all our Monday went great.
Now we’re home in the air conditioning, freshly showered and ready for a relaxing evening. My boyfriend’s cooking tonight, while I sit on my butt and do very little. I know I sound lazy, but I’ve been working really hard at writing the past two weeks, and I am ready for indolence.
We never made it for a swim at the timeshare last night because a series of thunderstorms hit the area and it wasn’t safe to be outdoors, so tonight we’ll go down there for a dip in the pool. Have a great Monday evening, everyone.