Yep, H&M are into fluffy, sexy, silly today... I like it. ;)

Jeep

"Harm, can you stop ogling my six and grab me the tire brush?" I'm snapped out of a daydream that has me a little more hot and bothered than I should be. She grins at me, clearly not bothered by the fact that I have, indeed been ogling her but, really Mac is too adorable not to look… and fantasize and… "Harm!" She yells at me and tosses a wet sponge at my head.

"Hey!" I yell in protest and hand her the abnormally huge brush that she uses to begin scrubbing the car tires. "And I wasn't ogling your six."

"Uh huh." She's ignoring me, running the bristils over every last crevice of the rims that has mud practically glued on.

"I was ogling your legs." Which is the truth. Her legs and the way they go on for days disappearing beneath those short swim shorts and onto her six.. Okay, fine, I was ogling that too. After years of hiding my feelings, it's nice to flirt openly with my wife for a change and not hide behind the regs that kept us apart for so long. Regs and stupidity, both of ours.

Mac straightens and hits me with a glare that could melt the polar ice caps. "Yeah, well stop ogling those too and help a little?" She motions either to the hose or the sponge or a towel or the other plethora of items we've purchased in order to keep our new Jeep clean.

Yes, we are Jeep owners now, a spur of the moment thing when someone in my command went on and on about Jeep adventures, mudding and other activities that adrenaline junkies like myself - and my wife - found appealing. We kept our Corvettes - Rosy, my 69 Stingray - wasn't going anywhere given the time and care it took to rebuild her - twice. And Cherry Pie - yes, her Corvette is named Cherry Pie - Mac enjoyed hers way too much to part with it.

So we added an additional vehicle for weekend adventures and camping trips - this being our first adventure in mudding which consisted in burying the Jeep in as much grime and muck as possible often forcing other Jeep aficionados to pull you out.

Mac loved it. I smile at the memory from a few hours prior - her behind the wheel, tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration as she drove the vehicle over rocks, ditches, dips and finally a mud pool that we got stuck in. Her laughter was infectious, a sing song sound that made my heart swell and I swear to God, I loved her more then. I was holding on for dear life and then did the 'manly' thing helping with chains and hooks in order to pull the Jeep out of the muck.

She looked so happy, so pleased with herself and it was then that the astronomical price we paid for a new car - and tons of other add ons, bells and whistles - was worthwhile; just to see Sarah's smile.

"Harm!" I get another sponge flung at me, this one is coated in some grey goo and when it hits my chest, some of that muck slides off in it a soapy, messy rivulet that makes me cringe. "Snap to, sailor!"

"Two can play that game, Marine." Quickly, I reach for the hose, change the setting and douse the woman that I love with the cool water which sprays from the head. She yelps, groans, grunts and I hose her down again before she has a chance to tackle me to the grass. We roll around together in a tangle of arms and legs until we wind up with her on top of me.

She's all wet and I brush away the hair which clings to her face and tuck it behind her ear just to have it fall down again. It frames her face delightfully and makes Mac look much more adorable than she did before. "You look good wet, Marine." I say and pull her down to capture her lips with my own. It's a muddy, soap, watery kiss but, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the World. As an answer, I get another spongeful of soapy water wrung over my head and then Mac is off running around the Jeep in a squeal. "You're in for it, Marine!" I yell and run after my wife…. Yeah, life is good.