Saturday Night

Well, like a dummy I've wrenched my knee and am at home for the evening.
I'ts one of those 'don't ask-don't tell' situations that no one would believe,
so...don't ask.

I've got some poems I may post later.
First I think I need a cup of French Vanilla coffee.

Ah... Paris... and Jean-Claude...

frenching kissing

and a few latin terms tossed in for kicks.