I think I accidentally needle-felted a saucy Dream of the Endless…
I’m imagining it now. Chef walks in. Simon-strikes that pose. Boombox starts playing. It’s Guns N’ Roses. A plate of cold cuts and cheeses lays nearby. “I heard you like prosciutto.”
I can promise you that I never sit like this. And certainly not in an rffort to seduce.
I’m dreadfully boring.