Just desserts

E was up before me this morning. Proving again that she is much more generous than me, she drove W to the airport for a 7:30 flight. He's currently en route to Florida where he will be spending the next 2 weeks working at a Renaissance Festival with his dad.

He will be in costume.

The mental image of W clad in tights and a ruffled shirt serving mead to an anarchonistic mob brings me great joy. Maybe it shouldn't. Maybe I'm a horrible person. Maybe it feels vindicating that I have strangers telling me that I'm hot & he will have strangers speaking to him in Ye Olde English asking for a roast turkey leg and a mug of grog.