the perfect moment - jervis bay

9 February 2006 5:19pm

We're sitting in front of a wood fire cooking potatoes and sweet potato. liz is crocheting. i'm reading a good book. my titties are free and breezy (after being shackled around my collar bone all day). if i could breathe through my nose, and my throat didn't fel like i'd swallowed one of those burning shards of wood, this could be a perfect moment.

nope. liz just farted again. perfect moment RUINED!