Pull the other one

Not the best day for some things, including footy, but an hour spent alone with this good looking chap had us both laughing like never before. I love him so madly.

I had two leave my guapos for the evening again, so I walked off all feelings of sadness in the port, with a sunset and smells and distant sounds of a concert I should really have gone to. My camera kept me company (I'll blog them shortly) and now a few good films whilst trying to scrape the exploding salmon from inside the microwave (why do they do that? Because I'm too lazy and stingy to turn the oven on ).

EDIT: Maybe the film choice wasn't great this evening, these are the the other stills