A perfect day right this second would involve some ramen. Maybe a couple hours of shopping and a stroll through the gallery. Then a nap. Then maybe a sleepy movie before some potato skins and whiskey. Maybe a blisteringly hot bubble bath and then sex and sleep and more sex and some eggs benedict the next morning.
I said to only pick one day, Bridget.
Right and there's twenty-four hours in a day. I started at lunch on the first day. Yeesh!
