You Were Handsome, You were pretty....

Sunday Night dinners.

I miss my Boy on Sunday nights. We had to cook probably twice as much when he was home, and now the serving dish looks a wee bitty empty on a Sunday.

The three of us always sit down and serve up though; this is my meal. I don't cook the rest of the week, but I do the roast to give my honey a rest.

I've been watching Boy's weekend unravel on Facebook. He is in Miami for Christmas, and this weekend, he was going to some Major American Football match. First photo I found of him, was actually hidden.... untagged - and was last weekend. Boy heaving at the side of a road. Apparently this is acceptable when you have swallowed a bottle of Jack!

Then there was the "Tailgaiting". I thought they were sitting in a lay-by, but apparently the done thing is to park up 5 hours before the match, and BBQ. And there they were - full Gas BBQ rack out, cups in hand, in the sunshine! What a life! Living the dream in deedy.

Then there was the match, he tells me there was a full-sized Pirate ship in the grounds. Tampa Pirates? Maybe?

I was rolling around the floor this morning when I seen the latest check in... "At Mon de Venus, Tampa".... ha ha ha ha How I laughed - the best Lap Dancing Club in Tampa.

He swears it's a wind up... they were never there. But hey, what a life if it was true! I still remember his face when we took him to Hooters, aged 10.... and came out of the washroom, straight into the bottom of a bent over waitress.... One to remember!

Early night tonight Boy.....

We all love you loads, and miss you x a million xxxxx