Bourbon and burdens and buns, oh my!

Babygirl…

Oh, I know I promised something a little bit more, uh, colorful soon. And don't worry, there'll certainly be more of that coming before too terribly long…

Though…

Last night was another night, and I know you know what comes with that… speaking of color… you, with a little extra rosé to them cheeks… I'd say I have no idea where that one came from, but honey, you must know that a butt man's interests are rarely limited to eyeing and squeezing those sweet, soft, supple, sumptuous swells… mhm… But, aw, dang… where was I…

Slow day at work today, for you too perhaps? Had something on my mind the past few days, and figured might as well toss it out there for ya…

I've been drinking too much.

Really I just mean the last three months or so. Stress, you know. Yeah yeah, I know, I know, it's an awful coping mechanism…

Awful, but easy.

But, man, I've been falling off in other ways, too. Only been getting a jog in once every other week or so… today the scale read what it did 5 years ago, and my clothes haven't been fitting quite so well lately, which makes me more than a bit sad… I suspect you love me just the same, but I'd surely like to think that you'd like what you see while you're looking up at me… and I haven't been playing my bass much, either, and you know how much I enjoy doing intricate things with my fingers…

Well. The stress is backing off, as you know… I'm making myself get back into jogging, did all three of my runs this week — first time in months, so getting better there. I even picked up my bass a couple of times over the weekend, mostly just busting through one of the songs I've got memorized, but still…

But, the alcohol. Hm. It's a tough time of the year for it, but cutting way back on that, too. Oh, don't get me wrong. We're just talking habit-breaking territory. If you and I get together some night, I'm definitely having a beer. Or three. But, it's not the beer I'm really talking about anyways…

The other night, I polished off my last bottle of bourbon. I've still got a spiked eggnog that I fully intend to enjoy later in the week, and I'm not concerned at all about social drinking. But I've decided not to replace any of those bottles with anything, at least for a while (hah! Well, you know how that went, but you know, vodka isn't really a weakness for me…).

Well. Except there is that one habit, that nice little nightcap to sip on, last thing before going to bed. But thanks to you, I know of a delicious alternative for that, which I went and grabbed myself a bottle of yesterday. And it just served to remind me of all the ways that you've improved my life, big and small, and I am just filled with gratitude… a cup that's been overflowing lately, as I hope I managed to let you know the other week…

Anyways, baby. Thank you. You've been such a good………… force for me. I only hope I get to return the favor sometime.

Aw, babydoll… there are so many reasons I love you, and you just keep adding and adding and adding to that pile. God, you are amazing. Can never quite believe that I found you.

Yours.

PS — You truly are beautiful, do you know that? Most amazing eyes I have ever seen…

Edit: I originally wrote this the week before Christmas, but then felt like it couldn't decide whether to be sexy or vulnerable, and as a result it sucked at being both, so I ditched it… but, I dunno. Guess I changed my mind, ‘cause here it is! (with a few small updates) Anyways… I've been writing a lot lately, I hope you don't mind…