Thoughts of Wisconsin town that features Lombardi Field and wonder where the Top Shelf crowd went (ED note: this bar in downtown Green Bay doesn't show up in Google). It's an old story relevant only because of the Packers. Creating a lasting incubator for the Perfect Love was easy because of the two people who made it. Nurtured by our families and prodded by our devotion to romance it was made in the only place worthy - the Mojave. Mid-February and the winter lager on the couch was tantalizing as the orange chicken aftertaste lingered while we studied the skyscape and decoupaged the perfection once more to our layered soul. Neither of us can settle for placating or coasting so we pounce on the pucker from daily requirement of kiss face and there's no one to question our competency. Our grins and our great guesses are centers of this crazy streak of living lasciviously with all the salacious overtones that brand our at-home business. You should try this because it's not done on a closed course with professional horndogs - it's so easy that even a necromantic could come back to the light. For us it happens all the time and I need you now