My man and I moved our life and our two businesses from Oregon to Colorado this past week.
In case you haven’t done it in a while, moving is so not sexy.
I kept myself going in the 95 degree heat with iced americanos, an indulgence I can't really afford because caffeine makes me feel so stimulated, so empowered, so sexy that I feel like I can do anything and everything until it wears off and I’m left in a heap with shaking hands desperately awaiting my next fix.
Today I absolutely must stop. I have to quit borrowing on energy I don’t have. For me, caffeine is an energetic debit card and after last week, my account is in the red.
Not long ago I was flush on sexiness. Earlier this month I was flirting with other writers at a conference and skinny dipping in Lake Michigan.
If only I had stored some of that in a sexy piggy bank, like the ones I saw at a discount store that were all blinged out with rhinestones, looking like they could hold just enough sexy to jump start my clit. I could hold that sparkling piggy over my head, pull out the plug and let all that stored sensuality rain down on me like golden coins.
I’m going to take that image to my yoga mat and start paying off this debt.
This weekend we have a wedding in Steamboat Springs that will be oozing with sexiness. Two friends will pledge their love, lives and lust to each other. How sexy is that?
I’m going to soak it up.
And bank it.
What fills your sexy piggy?
What depletes it?
To my cherished readers: Internet connection has been a challenge lately and will continue to be so for the next ten days as we move into some remote travel. This blog will be random at best for the next two weeks.