We had a pretty good couple of days this weekend. The kids were pretty easygoing, I got my hair cut and colored, and then, to celebrate getting to go out on a date with DH, I stopped in to the Honeysuckle Shop.

I should explain that it's been at least two years since I've purchased anything pretty/sexy for my husband's enjoyment. I had been thinking for some time of heading into the Honeysuckle, since it's owned and operated by one of my very favorite bloggers. Flea's blog is a hoot because it's half full of funny stories about running an adult store, and half full of funny and touching stories of her two kids.

As luck would have it, I found both a gorgeous white chemise and Flea at the shop, and we launched into a great conversation that started with my date with my hubby and morphed into mom stories. Time flew as we chatted amiably, and it wasn't until a man came in to do some shopping that I realized we were sharing stories of our eldest sons' emotional issues while I stood with my back to a wall full of penis-themed paraphrenalia. (Peniphrenalia?) I decided to let Flea get back to the business of people gettin' busy, and bade her a cheery farewell.

Flea, if you're reading this, I was so pleased to meet you finally. However, I had an allergic reaction Saturday night after bowling, so I didn't even get to try on my new purchase for DH yet....