Tea, it's not just a drink!

Mr. M and I used to be romantic. Well, as romantic as two people, who have 4 kids in two different states four hours away from each other, could be. We would invite each other on long walks, to a quick lunch on a stolen afternoon, and our favorite: a nice long hot bath in the jacuzzi with a try of crab dip and cheese, a movie and a bottle of wine/vodka/choice of hard liquor. This would of course ultimately lead to sex, for at least one of us, it was a win/win situation.

Last night Mr. M invited me out onto the porch while he smoked his nightly cigar. It was a beautiful night for a walk, and Mr. M reminded me that he thinks about asking me all the time, "really I do!" LMFAO. Wow, we suck at this lately. So tonight we filled the tub, sans movie and mind altering drugs, and shared some time together. We tried some new bath filler, in the form of a tea bag. I informed Mr. M the teabag bath was ready, "and then I'm going to teabag you, (hehe learing smile), wtf is teabagging anyway?" Mr. M broke something laughing.....