Remember a while back when I was wringing my hands about what to do for me and The Hubster’s 10th anniversary, and I told you that he had some top-secret plan the he refused to tell me about it?
Well, turns out he had something muy importanto to tell me.
He wants to start cross dressing.
He’s still a guy’s guy.
We’re in Santa Barbara! And had no friggin idea where we were going until we got on the Pacific Coast Highway.
Here’s where we are:
I’m looking at this dude who planned our stay at a luxury boutique hotel, in-room, his and her massages and later, dinner at some fanch-schmancy restaurant (and soon I’m gonna have to get out of this cushy bed and spend an hour doing my makeup) and thinking, dang.
He really loves me.