I may take a bullet for you, but I won't say the L-word.
After my grandfather died when we were there, I couldn't remember if I'd told him I loved him that night. It had me bailing from slumber parties for months, in tears wanting my mommy. I use it much more liberally now. I have called people back to tell them I love them after concluding a conversation. It kind of freaked me out.
God, I can't remember if Tress or Ed died first. Ed died when we were there, I saw him carried out, blue, to the ambulance. Tress died when we were visiting the paternals (actually, the only time I've seen my dad cry, over his MIL,) so think Tress was first. I think Grandpa Ed was still alive then.
I don't know why this is so damned important to me.
You could also try a Bat signal or other simple shape on the banana... just a thought. You just scrape with a corner of your nail.
I use it much more liberally now.
I'm not sure I've ever used it to anyone's face, except to respond to my parents' (recent) assertion of same. It just doesn't trip off my tongue.
I can say it
about
people--I have no problem with that. It's the personal declaration where everything stops still.
I'm pretty sure my sister can say it, except she probably wouldn't dare to me in case I didn't say it back. And she's sensitive that way.
Sara, she sounds fascinating.
She kinda was. And I didn't know that when she was alive, she was just my grandma. Excuse me, she graduated 1928, not the 30s. [link] Tresabel Pitcher. If I ever had a daughter, I'd name her that. Sadly, I likely won't.
I keep finding out how she was a force to be reckoned with, while not being a hurricane. She wasn't from a family who historically had gone to college. She did. She taught. She met this washed-up wrestler (he was headed towards Olympics and his knees went bad bad bad. My knees are fucked) talking of giving farming a go, who ate beans 4 weeks old re-re-re-reheated on a wood stove. First date, she went to meet him at his bachelor pad and promptly threw out the beans and told him he should be dead. And went on to marry him, have 5 daughters and a son, who went on to make their own way into the world. And really? Raised 6 feminist kids. Who thought no big deal venturing out into the big world. My mother, sophomore year, bought a Minnesota winter coat. And a train ticket to SoCal. (She never used the coat.) Another aunt went off to Ecuador with the Peace Corp. Another married a Canadian and had her first kid in Glasgow. We now cover basically the whole country, and have been to a lot of the world. Tres had a lot to do with that.
Tresabel is a great name.
I'll cuddle with pretty much anyone who will let me. It's my sluttiest trait.
I'm an odd duck—reserved at first, but I'm a cuddler at heart so I'll happily cuddle.
I'm not sure I've ever used it to anyone's face, except to respond to my parents' (recent) assertion of same. It just doesn't trip off my tongue.
It's loaded to me. I worry about my audience. But I have to say it, even if only in my head. Or a farewell,
love ya!
Pretty sure I did it to you, one way or the other.
Not knowing if I said it to Grandpa Ed still bugs me, and it is pretty much 25 years ago. I probably did. It was a family routine. But I don't remember, so much of that night was strange (he was lucid like he hadn't been since the multiple strokes. His english was clear, and he'd lost the english a year plus before. He was his teasing self, calling me bubbles cause I kept laughing. Still said Yoshua, but he could never say Joshua .) We were up so very late, planning for swedish pancakes at a local place in the morning.
Tresabel is a great name.
I love it. Too bad I'm not having kids.
Luke Perry as a fundie whackjob is truly terrifying.
