Pet Peeve

When people come by and just help themselves to stuff on my desk. Get your own stuff. And if you like my stuff better, then stop ordering the crappy stuff!

Now what am I supposed to do with all of the refill blades that went with my GOOD x-acto knife? grrrrr...

Something new

    "Where are you?"
    "At the store."
    "Are you buying me something pretty?"
    "Well, I was buying things for work..."
    "Oh, well, after are you going to buy me something pretty?"
    "Oh, of course!"
    "Yay!"
...

While a constant teasing remark, it's never actually serious. But then when it comes true, it's a sweet surprise.

I'd have to say it's a little more cute than pretty, but regardless, I wake up in the morning, see it, and smile.

Today's window

    "Peace, if possible; truth at all costs."
    --Martin Luther

    "The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
    --Allan K. Chalmers
...

I am happy.

There's a difference

m - My head still hurts a little today.
m - And the cat bit me this morning!
c - Please get that bite cleaned, okay?
c - you should keep him out of your room when you sleep
c - and make sure you drink enough enough water today. I don't want to sound like I'm nagging...
c - ...but I'm worried about you.
m - you're not nagging me, you're loving me.

Have I mentioned I love Pirate jokes?

Best t-shirt line ever.

There were a ton on this site that I would have loved to own.

Close runners-up:
Video games ruined my life. Good thing I have two extra lives.

Plot. It builds character.

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
...

Hey, it's Friday. While I mildly fret about readers of my blog, I can't frickin' WAIT until MBA (Yes) reads again...

Notes

She pushes the mints off of the bill towards me so that she can see how much is owed.
    "You don't want any?" I ask, popping one of the delicious candy rings into my mouth.
    "Nah, it's okay. I know how much you like them."
And in that one deft statement, I pause to be sentimental. It's really the smallest, simplest things that get me.
...

It's interesting to ponder that one of my biggest fans is also one of my biggest foils. Aware of that audience member, it begs the question of whether I write to make them happy or sad.

Frankly, it doesn't matter to me. If you don't like me, don't read me. I'm good at telling stories, but I'm best at telling stories about the truth and we all know what the truth is capable of.

Holding on

I woke several times through the night, but each time I woke, I woke to find his arm wrapped tightly around me. It was as though he was afraid I might disappear should he let go. I felt better; there was no where else I wanted to be.