I am well. Deep in the throes of heretofore un-boardmentioned pre-love. I am certain to screw it up royally, but right now everyone keeps telling me how nice I look and he and I emailed adorably all day.
Aww. That's lovely. Does this mean I'll have to fight for bed-space with
three
mammals?
Does this mean I'll have to fight for bed-space with three mammals?
Baby, I'm a lover -- not a fighter.
Baby, I'm a lover -- not a fighter.
I'm a sleeper myself. In the words of Mad Dan Eccles, We want our beddy-byes!
Baby, I'm a lover -- not a fighter.
You'll have to love for space. Um. That ain't right.
You'll have to love for space. Um. That ain't right.
The German people demand Liebensraum!
I paid my rent, and now we* have beer. Soon there will be spanikopita, unless we have too much beer first.
Also, yay for Trudy pre-love.
Is this the boy you told me about at the F2F?
There seem to be several adorable Buffista sprog running about in the thread. Or at least their pictures.
Daniel is working on un-devil-catting the eyes from a few photos Harvey and Sammie in various decorative poses. But he decided to go to bed once I suggested Photoshopping some of the interior design (lack of) choices in the background.
Daniel is working on un-devil-catting the eyes from a few photos Harvey and Sammie in various decorative poses.
Don't think of it as work. It's more of a calling. Spreading joy to all. The joy of cat pictures with angelically blunked out eyes.
But he decided to go to bed
Slacker! Denier of joys!