Drool.

Can I revert back to 8th grade for a moment.

You know, when you had a "notebook" with your friends that you passed back and forth and wrote notes in, doodles, taped pictures of your crush in and all that. Well this picture would go into that notebook. With pink glitter gel pen doodley hearts ALL over it. Sigh.

Yea... once upon a time I let it slip that a scruffy fella in a plain white tshirt and ripped up jeans may be the hottest thing ever.


LT showed up to my house after work yesterday in just that. (Dear universe, I am not sure what kind of good juju I put into the world to be rewarded with such a handsome fella, but I'm not even mad)
 

Once I picked my jaw up off the floor and wiped up the drool, he escorted me out the door, into his truck and whisked me off to the state fair where we enjoyed a lot of fried food, a little bit of country music, and a whole lotta kisses. It was the perfect midwestern summer night.