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It’s a chilly Monday morning in this town I call home. Work blows as usual, but for some magical reason I have this song stuck on repeat in my head, a smile on my face as if I have this huge secret (which I do) and a shot of khalua in my morning coffee. Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day.

The weekend still fresh in my memory, and hopefully it will linger for three miserable weeks so I can repeat it again for my birthday. As the Greeks say “whopa”. I can’t express how amazing Mr. Mystery is, and how amazing he made the weekend. Let’s just say he rocked my world on every level.

Friday night was brilliant, spending it on a friends plot out in the middle of nowhere having a good old female piss up, and then ironically meeting Mr. Mystery there in her garden amongst a stampeding herd of dogs. The night was brilliant, chatting until the cows came home before finally falling asleep in his warm arms. The moment we woke up was made interesting by the fact my hormones woke up before my brain did. Bless them, for they are genius in every way.
Having an overactive imagination is not helping my Monday morning what so ever. I find myself reliving every touch and every kiss, and some other things I’d rather not share. But I will divulge that this smile on my face won’t be going anywhere soon.

Anyway, all in all Mr. Mystery is not only in my mind but every time I think of that certain song….. He seems to be back in…cough…never mind.

The song in question? Buckcherry…. Crazy Bitch. I can’t resist the urge to plug my phone into the intercom and rock the office. It definitely has me grinning from ear to ear.

(To Mr. Mystery…. Remember to bring it back;)….. )