Damnit all to hell, I KNEW I forgot something.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, DEENA AND GREG!
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Damnit all to hell, I KNEW I forgot something.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, DEENA AND GREG!
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This is my seventh niece/nephew. SEVEN. Holy cow. My siblings need to stop reproducing.
In Valentine's Day schmoopiness, my BF gave me a sweet present. He printed out a map of the Chicagoland area. He put a heart sticker on the town where I live and a heart sticker on the town where he lives and a red ribbon connecting the two (we live about 50 miles apart). Then, he wrote "Two hearts know no distance." underneath the map and framed it up all pretty. He's the bestest.
ChiKat, you guys are just all kinds of cute.
Chi&TeacupGuyForevah!
50 miles though? Dude, that's my half my commute.
That's awesome, Chikat. What a thoughtful and creative guy.
ChiKat and BF are making me feel all mushy.
And cashmere, I'm glad yoour mom made it through surgery.
Chi&TeacupGuyForevah!
(Teacup Guy is sj's guy). But, yes to the sentiment!
50 miles though? Dude, that's my half my commute.
You commute 100 miles?? Yikes.
AWW! ChiKat. That is schmoop of the supreme first order of awesomeness. Yay.
Teacup Guy is sj's guy
Error! So sorry.
However, yes, to the sentiment. He's giving the high quality schmoop.
Heh; I was just about to say nonono, ChiNTeacupGuyNEVAH, but it's all straightened out now.
That is a completely swoony and creative and charming gift. He sounds like such a gem!
Heart and knee-ma to Cash's mom and brenda's dad, and I'm so very glad that the heart surgery went well.
Erkhhh. Lovely weekend full of Wonderfalls and good coffee and marital deliciousness and dressing up and good food, capped off with holding a scrunch-faced newborn baby until he drifted off to sleep, and now I am here at work after three solid hours of typing, facing a bare minimum of another four before the day is out, and my hands are whimpering like the weekend never happened. Stoopid not-weekends.