Last night, I went to bed with a smile. Today, Sunday, I had the perfect picture. My face is still carved with that smirky smile.

My dreamy Sunday started with my pretty floral dress paired with a good dosage of sunshine. Sunday drive to men’s turf. Dirt, sweat and balls. That quick 5 minutes in the field was exhilarating, watching the boys wrestling on the mud with their trusted weapons. I giggled at their silly stunts. The big love mark on White Boy’s neck by his first love cannot be missed, pretty and painful in a glance.

Broken-hearted Fashionista brought a surprise, our hidden treasure, Angel. Brunch in a familiar place. Tables were set up, menus opened, orders are made. Guinness Stout in my grasp. Sunday brunch with these girls satisfy my inner soul. For once in my life, I found bliss in these girls. They never judge, conversations are au natural and unhidden, no agenda setting. Rockstar wife-wannabe, Bipolar Fashionista, Ever-so-Innocent Angel, Hermit Card receiver, She-who-Popped-my-beauty-virginity – these are my friends, multiple identities. Together we laughed about sex, sex and more sex. Today, we made a plan. A precise plan that involves orgy, banana boats, marijuana pancakes, excessive consumption of alcohol.

Because it’s the 31st of January, we indulged on a pint of ice cream. We pampered our sweet sweet soul.

Rainy Sunday afternoon continued with jumping on a new bed, new air and the beginning of a life-long affair. Pretty white walls, see-through bathroom and oversized T-shirt. Reminiscing the good moments, splendid way to end the tormented January. Thirty minutes of power nap with blending of children playing in the pool and rooster cocking, I have no complaints. I fell into deep sleep within seconds on this bed. Security blanket.

A long drive home, unexpected moves, meaningful conversations. I came home feeling good.

There was a blank to my perfect dreamy Sunday. The presence of you. You that make me smile silly.

A surprise call came in, she promised to end my Sunday with a blow. Impulsively he and she purchased Zoltan, the albino frog and Spice, the new company for Sugar. It’s interesting how living things could make a successful man gloat. I ended my dreamy Sunday night devouring Guinness Stout, mint shisha, sauteed mushrooms and playing Big Two with new found friends.

This is my dreamy Sunday.