I really was intending to write about my breasts, but I decided against it. I discovered a few days ago that if you have a title like that, the reader will pretty much read anything, at least until they discover there aren't any pictures of sweater meat forthcomming.

Well, Mr. Wonderful is considering travelling from his hometown (in the northwest of the province) back to where he's living now (which is in the southeast). By bicycle. It's a very admirable goal, and I'm excited for him. I'm also a little worried, but he can most definitely take care of himself.

I must say, I do find myself a little frustrated, though. Having quite different physiques mean we can rarely match up in most sports - at least, sports that we both enjoy. He is also not the most patient of teachers, so we often stop before we even get started. Our forays into activity, besides walking, results in me looking ridiculous, and him shaking his head. It's funny, but not fun.

If only we could find an activity where height, hand-eye co-ordination, and gracefulness is not an issue!

I mean, besides sex.

Okay, and since you've read this far, here is a picture of me fondling my breasts.