OK so to continue the screaming meemees madness that is stanning for the ethereal lovely that is the NicOlandria … got a few ideas.

A foodie show where it/they travel the world, try local food, he djs events and she does shoots and shows.  Occasionally the Ola Fine SOOOOPPPPPRREEEEEEMMMM does an appearance at his show but not always and never announced.  She just pops up being the table thingie and he gets his usual hyped self. 

Boom.

One more here wait …

Ola Fine needs a calendar, and recreates the iconic beauties from, dunno, the 50’s or 20’s or Betty Boop and Rosie the Riveter (but does that thing with her fingers that IS SO DANG CUTE) and something from the Middle East (maybe a hijab with only her eyes showing … FIRE) and the final month is used to highlight her beauty, those cheekbones and those eyes and that body (English tea, Jasmine tea, green tea … Ah see you, Nic)

Why is my phone not ringing?  Did I miss a call?

Need this love this want this.

And NO there is no idol worship {Leviticus 19:4} just the overarching enjoyment of two people who – by all social convention and narrative standard – should not be in love and totally are.

At least, methinks so.  Mehopes so. 

And NO they owe the fanstans nothing … the debt of the NicOlandrians is self-incurred … we take our crumbs, lick our plates, and slurp our dregs, while eagerly awaiting the next visual gift. 

AND NO HE DID NOT CLICK HIS HEELS why yes, yes he did. 

Greece, and Nic’s “Baecation” was so much ahhh … chef’s kiss.

Off to search the pantry that is the Tubes of You for another morsel … this is actually fun.