Sunshin3

I am terrible at waking people up as much as I love mornings.

Today is probably the 4582123th time that Old boy has had to scamper off without breakfast and the worse part is he has a full day meeting at some ulu part of Singapore. I feel really bad because I believe that a woman must at least be able to feed her man well, and maintain the house clean.

Either there is something in me that is sleep inducing or that I’m simply fond of having him around in bed in the mornings. It’s so enjoyable when he lays his head against my bosom while I take a whiff of him, stroke his face, and plant light kisses against his cheeks and ears.

We can have the alarm set at 7 am and still be in bed during the above actions for the next half an hour.

It’s equally orgasmic staring at him when he’s hard at work with his hands.

I mean fixing stuff like when the shoe rack disassembled by itself. The way he solves the issue, and how determined he is to get it right.

So manly.. *swoons*

I hope he has a knack for fixing aircons too, heh.

In other news, my assistant has chosen to get the Blackberry Curve for me instead of the 8700 series that my boss is holding (on office expenses of course) because in her words, “I deserve it.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry at this statement but i guess, the thought counts.