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A few moments left before the ravening hordes sleepover girls arrive. David came home early with a pot of tulip bulbs, just about to bloom, and I presented him with his Godiva raspberry chocolate bar. Which he has to share of course. Twu Wuv only goes so far...We don't do cards now; I refuse to shell out $4 on one when that could buy another bar of chocolate. It's not that we're not romantic after being together for sixteen years; just that I'm pragmatic. We're still sloppy and schmoopy enough for our bedroom conversation to be lifted right out of a bad fic sometimes ::grin::
I'm still feeling like death but I'm perking up a little too, if that makes sense.
And BCD got nominated at Shades of Grey! Thank you, whoever it was, if you're reading this :;hugs:: Odd that it's getting nominated in dark/angst categories; it is in spots, I suppose, but overall it's more, well I don't know. Is it dark? Maybe I'm too close to tell.
Gosh; never get put up for awards and now BCD is in two. So cool!
:;randomly hugs everyone in reach just because I feel like it::
I'm still feeling like death but I'm perking up a little too, if that makes sense.
And BCD got nominated at Shades of Grey! Thank you, whoever it was, if you're reading this :;hugs:: Odd that it's getting nominated in dark/angst categories; it is in spots, I suppose, but overall it's more, well I don't know. Is it dark? Maybe I'm too close to tell.
Gosh; never get put up for awards and now BCD is in two. So cool!
:;randomly hugs everyone in reach just because I feel like it::