It's the Snowpocalypse here in Virginia this weekend. Literally. We're supposed to get 12"-36". All flights into Reagan National have been cancelled - incoming as well outgoing.
So, guess who's stuck in Phoenix (poolside). I'm glad Mr. T is safe and has a few days to enjoy himself someplace warm, but come on! Did he really have to go and brag about it?
Now I don't feel so bad about telling him I've fallen in love while he was away and 'his' name is Henry Hunt.
Henry specializes in the ever-elegant English country look. I wear a lot of clothes like these and would wear them 24/7 if my lifestyle allowed, but I think the boss might frown on the casualness of the half-chaps and wellingtons.
Relax honey. So far nothing has happened between Henry and myself (read: I haven't spent any of your $$$$) - yet. Right now it's just lust but send more pictures like the one above and I might just have to cross that line.
Til next time
psst: Don't tell Mr. T, but Henry Hunt is actually the brain child of a young lady by the name of Phoebe, dedicated to preserving the look of the traditional English hunt country/sporting look. (wink!)