Three things, everyone.
One, forgot to mention that my wife and I are in Yalta this week, visiting my sister and my recently born niece number two. Hence the blog silence.
When we arrived to Simferopol our plane landed literally 20 metres away from the terminal building. At least that was our first thought. Then we found a bus waiting for us and figured we were wrong and we’d be driven somewhere else.
We even made jokes a la “wouldn’t it be funny if he just turned around and ‘drove’ us 20 metres to the building”. And then he did exactly that. And we laughed and laughed. It’s one of those “you had to be there” things. Shut up.
Two, Lyuba totally wrote again! Twice! She didn’t leave me! In fact, she’s getting ready to visit me in “my country” and wants my phone number. She also started calling me “kitten”, so you know we’re making good progress.
There are many things I could say, but none of them would ever compare to the sheer visual of a grown dude with cookware on his dick.
Maybe I should’ve given you a warning. Consider this a retroactive one.