Whee.
He sounded to me like he was trying to convince himself, or that he was saying it because he thought he should, but I didn't press it.
Or like maybe he's someone for whom the words just don't come easily...
Last night, I was at his house, and I can't even remember what I said, or what I did -- we were just sitting at the kitchen table, not talking about Us, just talking about random stuff -- and something I said made him stop in the middle of the conversation and say, "Damn, I love you." And *that* made me feel all giddy.
At first.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's hear it for The Boy!
Let's give The Boy a hand!
Grumble. I dislike being seen by the world of fungus as a good place to settle down and make a home.
Of all the places for an attempted fungus settlement, this one is still the best. It sucks that the human body is prime real estate for just about every icky thing in the universe.
Maybe he's not Romeo, but...
Well, at least I'm not going to be sitting here all day thinking "Why can't somebody talk to me like that?"
All the best, Tep.And I messed up the meme, which, if memory serves, the next line is "But he's my loving one-man show." Whose birthday did I dump for that?
Tep, that is so beyond awesome!
Yay Teppy! Boo to the fungus, but YAY for The Boy.
ION - I have baited the trap for the surprise party for mom next week. Hopefully she will take the bait without me having to interfere.
Okay, well, not *stabbed,* as much as -- I was trying to pry apart 2 veggie burgers that had frozen together in an icy embrace, and I used a knife, and because I don't have even one shred of common sense, the pointy part of the knife was aimed at me, rather than away, and when the veggie burgers finally uncoupled, the momentum of the knife made me jab myself in the stomach.
Replace burgers with roll and stomach with finger and then the not so much stabbing with the actual stabbing and I am Tep. I am very pretty.
Also, I have an unexplained itchy rash in the curve under my boobs, and ye gods is it annoying.
The Monistat chafing gel stuff is a wonder for this.
I feel bad for laughing, but my the Bitches are a clumsy lot. I still love you all, even if your embrace is rather puffy and plastic right now.
Hey, so long as you still love us? We're good.
Announcement: I have not hurt myself at all this morning.
Cindy's like Dial-A-Mom, with all the helpful hints in life, and none of the guilt!
Sometimes there is guilt. But still? Quality advice that should be heeded.
The Buffistas, making merry sport with each others' big moments since 199--something.
::snerk::
and something I said made him stop in the middle of the conversation and say, "Damn, I love you." And *that* made me feel all giddy.
::claps::
We're not sick as dogs, but right now, we're not up to sitting through a reading, either. And I am pissed, because I already can't go to the party, tomorrow.
Cindy, fwiw, I just checked at the KATE'S MYSTERY BOOKS website, and they just say that Deb will be signing books from 6-7, so it doesn't sound like there will be an actual reading. Has anybody heard otherwise?
Granted, if Cindy and I both end up there at the same time, the universe is likely to end, so there's that to consider.
yeah, the email I have from Deb from the other day says "signing," not "reading"
