I've always been envious of the hirsute. I wonder what it feels like to have a guy run his fingers through your thick carpet of chest and body fur. I know how it feels to run my fingers through a man's fur but to be on the receiving end? I can only dream. I can't even grow a decent beard. Oh there are times when it looks okay but my genetic hair pattern has a lot to be desired. I know - I should be happy with what I have.
The past couple of days have been a little cooler: in the low 80s. It's comfortable and near perfect. The lack of perfection comes from having to be at work!! I'm hoping our weather remains this way.
Happy Hump Day! BEHR HUGS!!