I'm one lucky girl!
I woke up to find these icons in my inbox, both made by brossow
An icon incorporating what may, quite possibly, be the sexiest trademark phrase in television history, and....
An icon that not only promotes breastfeeding advocacy, but is a reference to a bizarre dream I had about Chef Ramsay and is sure to inspire many "wtfs" in nearly EVERYONE who ever sees it.
WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and that sexy, sexy chef was in my dreams again today cooking me this wonderful meal and offering me probably incredibly expensive wine, which I had to politely refuse due the fact I would have had a migraine in about ten minutes tops had I even sipped at it asking me questions about music and playing the guitar. (????????) I play the guitar, but passably so. His wife was there and seemed quite unhappy with the entire situation. Brent, on the other hand, was probably somewhere in the dream thinking, "SCORE!"
At one point he sat down on the floor with a guitar he had just bought and showed me some of his hot licks (I watch Girl in the Cafe too much) and said, "See, the problem was...." and he came over to me in front of his wife and picked my hand up gently, "The reason I couldn't play your guitar was (not sure when/where he had the opportunity to mess around on my guitar) your fingers are so delicate and slender," he said, studying my hand a bit. His poor wife. Then he seemed to snap himself out of his hand fantasy and continue, "I just needed a bigger guitar for these big hands of mine." And proceeded to ask for my help in picking out some chords as he sat cross-legged on his dining room floor, guitar in lap.
Hmmmm..................
Well, at least he didn't say anything about my breasts and lactating in front of his wife.....AGAIN.....in this dream. That poor woman gets really shit on in my dreams.
An icon incorporating what may, quite possibly, be the sexiest trademark phrase in television history, and....
An icon that not only promotes breastfeeding advocacy, but is a reference to a bizarre dream I had about Chef Ramsay and is sure to inspire many "wtfs" in nearly EVERYONE who ever sees it.
WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and that sexy, sexy chef was in my dreams again today cooking me this wonderful meal and offering me probably incredibly expensive wine, which I had to politely refuse due the fact I would have had a migraine in about ten minutes tops had I even sipped at it asking me questions about music and playing the guitar. (????????) I play the guitar, but passably so. His wife was there and seemed quite unhappy with the entire situation. Brent, on the other hand, was probably somewhere in the dream thinking, "SCORE!"
At one point he sat down on the floor with a guitar he had just bought and showed me some of his hot licks (I watch Girl in the Cafe too much) and said, "See, the problem was...." and he came over to me in front of his wife and picked my hand up gently, "The reason I couldn't play your guitar was (not sure when/where he had the opportunity to mess around on my guitar) your fingers are so delicate and slender," he said, studying my hand a bit. His poor wife. Then he seemed to snap himself out of his hand fantasy and continue, "I just needed a bigger guitar for these big hands of mine." And proceeded to ask for my help in picking out some chords as he sat cross-legged on his dining room floor, guitar in lap.
Hmmmm..................
Well, at least he didn't say anything about my breasts and lactating in front of his wife.....AGAIN.....in this dream. That poor woman gets really shit on in my dreams.