And I felt yummy afterwards. Like my brain and my body were just made up of thousands of taste buds which had just been tempted with tastes of the most delectable thing imaginable. So on the way home I was in full yummy face, thinking all manner of yummy thoughts, which my honey mistook for a troubled look of some sort, because she kept asking me what was wrong. Which was cute. A few naughtily appreciative grins cured her of that misunderstanding.
At any rate, what makes you bring out your yummy face? Your favorite food? Your favorite place to kiss your lover? Drag out every pleasure of the senses that makes your world brighter.
For me it would be, in no particular order, (excepting good theater and making crazy love with someone you adore, which surmount this list in all their glory) the smell of fresh bread, hot water against my skin, the smell of the ocean and of a woman, soft cat fur under my fingers as I'm drifting off to sleep, yellow curry, the sleek softness of her thighs, kissing somone just after they've had a drink or a bite of something very cold, that moment just before you wake up when you're perfectly warm and cozy and content never to move again, the feel of hot beach sand squishing inbetween my toes, and making someone moan.
It's a yummy day, I've decided.

If any of you kittens get the opportunity to see this show, you should go.