Steph, for myself, I would like to hear more about the Boy. Specidically, I would like to hear more of you being so happy about him.
I just don't want to jinx it, since we haven't defined anything, and both of us seem loath to do so.
Still....
I was talking with a friend once about the moment when you know that the one you're with is The One, and he said a big part of it for him was that he slept so well at her place.
*I* am terrible at sharing a bed, so that's never a good measuring stick for me. However, when I stay at The Boy's, he always sleeps much better, and much longer, than he normally does (which is not much).
I'm a human sleeping pill.
Come to my office! Entertain me! I have fuzzy bats AND a Dracula toy theatre!
See, that's sounds all fun and junk, but that sort of defeats the whole SNEAKING thing.
Besides, I'm pretty sure it's the doppleganger, because despite many attempts to convince myself that I'm sneaking around Redmond right now, I remain sitting at my desk in Hollywood. Logic seems to indicate that it's probably not me in the cafeteria.
I could be wrong, though. It's happened before. I'll try and make my way to your office and see what happens.
Might one assume the package arrived, libkitty?
One might assume this.
One might also assume that you are soooooooooooooooo sweet!
Also, insent.
I could be wrong, though. It's happened before. I'll try and make my way to your office and see what happens.
Excellent! I'll brew a pot of tea.
You encoupled folks are mighty cute.
Only because its your birthday and we have to do what you want, Pete.
Tomorrow you are adorable again.
However, when I stay at The Boy's, he always sleeps much better, and much longer, than he normally does (which is not much).
That's lovely. Unless you're trying to talk to him at the time.
They expect me to work today. Don't they realise I have more urgent priorities? Those gooshy daydreams aren't going to dream themselves!
The antique steam-powered woman-pleasing machine is always the LAST place you look for it.
Trudy, I'm not sure that's properly respectful of Mr Connery.
Happy Birthday, Pete-est of Petes!
