I've got a date on Sunday. A date I'm really looking forward to and actually nervous about. Yay for butterflies in my tummy. I love that nervous excited feeling. Anticipation for something really good before I realize that isn't Motzart, it's a bomb siren. Excited and cynical. It's an odd combination but hey, I'm good with that.
So here's the thing. He's a farmer.
What the hell is it with me and farm boys.
Oh yeah, this is what:
Sadly, with my love-luck lately, he will probably be more like this: