…that I’m not dead yet! But I am a dirty old woman.

A wind mitigation inspector came to the house today. No older than thirty, he was the kind of cute that stems in part from a wonderful personality. Tall, sweet. Brown eyes I could drown in. Two dogs at home, he and Bree were immediately the best of friends.

We hit it off and spoke of many things, including insurance. I licked my lips a lot and pictured running off with him for a few days.

Some days it sucks to be old.