Daddy, make a picture

$80 worth of red stuff, of no use to anyone. Fingernails for me, flowers for him - for me. Roses late, three short of a dozen. The twirly, twig things make up for the lack.
The gently lapping sun-kissed waves are swallowed by the demo below. It will be a W, but now, it’s a noisy […]

while I talk to my husband for a moment.
Honey,
I have to thank you for making my first image in your blog such a flattering one. I can’t think of a time I look more lovely than 7:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning, teeth unbrushed, hair unwashed and pajama-clad.
That’s all. As you were.
-your loving wife