The second we get together, I want to sproing right at you.
I take the time to make sure that we’ve got the perfect beginning, just the way you like it, every single time.
But it can’t stop there. Â It’s got to be a boundless bundle of goodness, one that feels limitless.
Until, of course, we’re exhausted and the clock says it’s time to go, whether we want to or not, which, I can assure you, I do not want.
At least there’s always next time…and the memories. Â Relive them here atÂ Bubbles in the Think Tank.