Speaking of women and the voodoo they do so well...

She Who Must Be Obeyed has discovered a new way to drive me insane and entice me to do her bidding at the same time.

Lately, when she puts her hair up, she has left a few wisps of her raven tresses dangling down the back of her neck. She says she has always done this, but I think I would have noticed something so incredibly sexy much sooner. I may be an idiot, but I'm not blind.

The bottom line? Now I can't keep my hands off her when she puts her hair up. (And I am definitely a long tresses cascading past the shoulders kind of guy.) She protests when I start kissing her neck for no apparent reason, but I have noticed she has not ceased fixing her hair in this provocative manner.

Women.

BTW, kiddies, here is another bit of personal news from Flyover, USA: Mr. Pink, Mrs. Pink and the cute-as-buttons little Pinks are leaving our small cluster of dachas and moving to North Carolina, of all places. Good luck and may God bless you all.

Applications for the position of Mr. Pink are now being accepted here in my idiot corner of Bloggerdom.