Naked Fridays: If God wanted us to be naked, why did he invent sexy lingerie?

So I entered through the door to our place, stealthy like a Ninja, he never knew I was coming…

Scratch that, when I said that he never knew I was coming, I really meant to say that he didn’t know what time I was showing up.  And when I said our place, what I really meant was his place that I occasionally occupy space in and have sugar-free Red Bulls.

Our place truly is wonderful.  Our own little hideaway. 

The front of our little hideaway

Our pool…the Monkey had all of us swim in there as a family a couple weeks ago, despite being in SoCal, it was freezing!

Fridays have almost become synonamous with being naked.  With someone like me, who has had an almost life-long struggle with body image insecurities and eating disorders, I still marvel at the fact that I’m willing to be so exposed.  Probably because, with him, I always feel somewhat naked…I feel comfortable….I feel loved. Just look at the guy, with a stare like this, how can you not feel him undressing you with his eyes?

I think the blue of his underwear perfectly compliments the blue of his eyes, agree?

Today was purely indulgence…can anyone say doughnuts, energy drinks, Starbucks, cartoons and nakedness?  Just enjoying being in one’s company, familiarizing ourselves with the Monkey’s favorite toons, occasionally picking the remnants of doughnut glaze out each other’s hair…don’t ask me how it got there…or on my back. In fact, I think I might still have some in my ear….Mickey is the only guy I could ever imagine finding more joy in the little things with than anything extravagant. With someone like him, is there a need for anything else?