Hottie

Tonight we went shopping for Ed.

But we did not purchase anything made of denim and no t-shirts.

Slacks, shirt, tie, belt, socks.....clothes for him to wear to my cousin's wedding on Friday.

And guess what?

He. Is. A. HOTTIE!!!!

Hotter than he was the first night I met him and hotter than he is when he's covered in steer tire grease.

His blue eyes POP out of his head against the cornflower blue of the shirt and when he put on the sports jacket, I thought I was gonna die right there in the dressing room.

After this morning and my bitch rant directed ALL at him, I'm surprised he's still talking to me. But I'm glad he is, cause...

Did I mention he's a HOTTIE??