Each and every day of my life I’m thankful for what I have, and just as importantly I’m thankful for my friends. You all know I’m friends with Allison Angel, and at times I wish I was much closer to her. When I say “I wish I was close to her” I mean – yes – I mean my naked body was closer to her naked body. But I’ll take what I can get, which is getting to see her in person a few times a year. It’s moments like these that I wish I was still in Phoenix.
I once had a friend describe Allison Angel as “The perfect recipe – two parts beauty, and one sweetness”. Sounds sweet to me.
And what a special treat for the eyes!
I’ve often described her as the women “You can take home to mother yet still bang on the living room floor. (My mother reads my blog so I might as well take this opportunity to say “Hi Mom” and yes, I know you should never start a sentence with “And”. Get over it.) But yeah, that’s exactly what Allison Angel is – You can take her home to meet your mother and she’ll approve, yet she’ll tear up the sheets late at night or in the middle of the day. And don’t get me started on her dress up games. (Crap, I did it again – I started another sentence with “And”. Sorry Mom.)
I just call her “Angel”. Good enough.