sorry, love.

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sorry that some people didn't pay attention and happy anniversary to deena and her DH

we don't usually go out on Valentine's day ( very much a card day, because it is fun ( helps that Matt is the mushy one) ) . We went out to a local resaturant that is owned by friends. They have had some struggles getting going. They have found the chef - salmon tartar wrapped in dill crepes ( honestly, everything else could have sucked and I would have been happy) . I had cornish game hen infused with lavender and mustard ( OH MY GOD good) Matt had melt in you mouth ahi. dark chocolate creme bruele. seriously one of my top ten best meals.

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Thanks, Vortex. What are you still doing up? Is the uni closed again tomorrow?

beth, that meal sounds scrumptious. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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Happy Anniversary, Deena!

Where the chicken serves some random symbolic purpose? Yeah. Also, the one with Ben. So an episode will lots of tortured Ackles.

Mmm, symbolic fricassee...

Mmmm, Ben. So pretty and so screwed up. Pretty and tortured are quite the OTP for me.

After I write entirely self-indulgent Dean/Ellen effed up PWP of pain, 'k?

Oh, please, finish this. I mean, do what you need to do for yourself, of course. (HMOGHMOGHMOG Want!)

Finally, she sort of salutes and says proudly, "Tinkerbell!"

dead.

but I guess other people are not privy to your thoughts

And really? Thank god for this. Because I am not a nice person inside my head and I like to fool people. Sometimes.

In fact these descriptions just reminded me of a girl I used to know and I was thinking all sorts of catty things about her. But no one knows because it was all in my head. Until I just typed it. But you won't tell, right?

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Sorry about the rough V day, Maria.

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Oh, please, finish this. I mean, do what you need to do for yourself, of course. (HMOGHMOGHMOG Want!)

I AM TRYING!!!

::FLAILS ABOUT TRYING TO WRITE SEX.::

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WRITE, PLEI, WRITE!

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For you, of course. Not cause I am jonesing.

::hides shaking hands behind back::

::types with toes::

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it was one you give your wife WHEN THE GODDAMNED KIDS FINALLY LEAVE THE HOUSE.

Oh, Maria, I hope you're able to laugh about this very soon. I wish you were all better already.

Thank you Ms. Cass! I am glad to hear you thought evil thoughts. It makes me feel better about my own untidy brain.

Am so tired. To finish up a project for a client, I had to call some people in California after their dinner but before they went to bed. And then I got to leave a message, so I was happy, but then they called me back! And talked for hours! At least they're mostly done, only one left, so I can go to sleep because I think even the Californians are heading to bed by now.

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Go to sleep! Go to sleep!

I finished teaching an hour and a half ago. Oh, lord - my wee Paul [who is UNSPEAKABLY adorable. Un. Speakably. OMG. So cute] got to take home Barney The Dog this afternoon, because he did such good handwriting/spelling homework. And he's just come in to ask me if he can give Barney a bath. And I said yes. And then he pointed out that this would mean he had Barney for the whole 9 days, since we're on holiday next week.

Argh.

If only he hadn't brought that to my attention... Aargh. Because it ISN'T fair at all. At all. I don't send Barney off with one person for a whole week.

But Paul's passion for Barney the dog is like unto Spike's passion for Dru, Romeo's for Juliet, Dan's for Casey. It is a mighty love, and tragically doomed (because at the end of the year he will go to another class, sans Barney) and I am helpless before it.

I am torn like a torn thing!

I have said that he can give Barney a bath, and if Barney is clean and dry he should bring him back to school tomorrow.

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