Of course, when ambar crashed at the Boulder Creek house last night, we actually DIDN'T. Have sex. Yes, one of the signs of the apocalypse has indeed come to pass, verily.
In not much of a writing mood... but Ambar had pointed out she figured I was either really busy, or really sick lately. Here's somthing to hold y'all over until I find some more time to post:
That's right, it's lavendersage in the PVC tutu she bought during our foray into SF with lovingstones, as worn during the May 10 Beltaine celebration. Mrrrrrrrrow!