He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves, her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it. He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Shock
So I get out of the shower and while drying off, my arm hits the light bulb which knocks the wire off of the stick that it rests on and the light falls down. I grab the light at the base where the wire happen to be exposed (see foto). Nothing like a little electric shock to get you going in the morning. I'm awake!
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