Crap. Snog shortage finally ends and here I am, an old married lady.

Ah sweet memories. Fall snogging by the tennis courts under the mercury lamp, nearly tangling braces but so worth it! (I believed him when he said I was the best kisser ever. Why not?) Summer snogging at Ravinia lawn concerts with the CSO accompanying from the pavilion. Snogging on the garage floor, why not after all? Snogging in a closet at a party with the new Very Bad Boy. Snogging with that perfect stranger I picked up hitchhiking. Winter snogging with that nice frat boy all alone in the basement kitchen of the frat house... snogging here, snogging there, snogging snogging everywhere....

Well I can't tell you about snogging with Hardi, that's private.

Matt, those were for you, to give you ideas, and ALL TRUE. Go for a walk and see if it ends in snogging. This could be the night! Flex the smoochie woochies a time or two for me!

~S~