This is a fun scary interesting phase.
Seriously. Both.
I'm not confused, or anything...just pendulum swingy.
AngelBeej:"Oh hey, I'm feeling totally secure and ready for the future. Trala."
DevilBeej:"Are you crazy? There is a noisy, messy male in my SPACE. The Hell? And he's bound to be just like all the rest. And did I mention the not putting the lid down thing? Un.bee.leave.able. And, what about the not thinking the same way I do about money...and phone calling...and...and did I mention the lid?"
AngelBeej:"But there are those beautiful eyes...and that gaze...and those strong arms...and that responding to nearly every request I make almost instantly. And the wanting to be the best he can be for me. And loving my body...especially when I don't. And..."
Hey, married/committed folk (and, no, I don't mean the nuthatch types), does that dialogue ever end? It's been so long since I was married, I can't recall.
(To the tune of "Happy Birthday")....
Happy Birthday to Pete;
He's really quite neat;
He draws pretty pictures;
And we all think he's sweet!
Nevermind - I misread Beej's post.
Nope, never ends.
(I have no reading comprehension today.)
ooh ooh carrot to carrot ya baby
I carrot this the most.
In Jon Favreau's little teeny romcom Love & Sex, Famke Jannsen has a speech about how, over time, saying I Love You becomes as comfortable as having a cheese sandwich.
"I cheese-sandwich you."
Hey, married/committed folk (and, no, I don't mean the nuthatch types), does that dialogue ever end?
That would be a big ol' NO.
"You're always sorry/You're always grateful/You're always wondering/What might have been/Then she walks in." - Lord Sondheim, "Sorry/Grateful"
"You're always sorry/You're always grateful/You're always wondering/What might have been/Then she walks in." - Lord Sondheim
A brilliant man, that one.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more carroty and more temperate... --Shakespeare
Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in carrots. --Einstein
One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is
carrots.
--Sophocles
CARROTS: The irresistable desire to be irresistibly desired. --Twain
At the touch of carrots, everyone becomes a poet. --Virgil
"You're always sorry/You're always grateful/You're always wondering/What might have been/Then she walks in." - Lord Sondheim, "Sorry/Grateful"
That says it all Betsy. So then. I'm resigned to being schizo-frenetic for quite some time.
Aw, Aimee...I bet Joe knows "pfft" means "Thanks Sweetie...you too."
(And while I have only photographic evidence, he's spot on.)
And happy natal day Pete. I love your designs.
