Lazy day in the hotel room until it's time to get dressed for tonight. Heather's taking a nap and I finished processing some of the shots from last night.
Apparently this weather isn't quite over yet as there was a just a big crash of thunder followed by a short spate of heavy rain. (Heather slept right through it...)
Apparently, I took pictures of the only three-toed sloth on display in the U.S:
How cool is that!?
I guess that makes ours a Two-Toed...
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Dang I'm so picturing bondage outfits right now with John in some leather ensemble maybe a gag in his mouth, you in thigh high stilettos with a mask and a whip. GAH it's all so vivid!
Ain't a gonna happen....
My sentiments exactly...
How about the mask? This could still work. Will John be wearing a shirt? How high is the slit in your evening gown? Just make sure to wear the six inch heels. I'm picturing dimly lit with one flickering bulb in the distance, some steam coming up from a great in the alley. Maybe some rustling of a cat in the background. A slight whimper is heard coming from John in his sleeveless suit jacket, his skin moist with sweat. Cue a saxophone not a sousaphone playing from a high up window.
You just don't give up, do you? 







