Unless I've miscalculated, which is entirely possible, tonight marks our 100th wrap. Yes, you read that correctly. I bothered to count. Because all there is right now is hours at the computer, hours in the car, and the perpetual, hypnotic back-and-forth of wrapping, wrapping.
I can always tell how frisky he's been by how far the right has slipped.
This says, "I won the attention of all the pretty ladies."
But damn Brena for being photogenic in everything.