Here's what arrived in my email just now.
No. He's not getting me this, I mean, for real?
"I can see you in this, your hair in the wind."
Aw. Makes my heart go pitter pat and a big smile on my face and..really? I DREAM of having the kind of luxurious hair he's talking about.
Mine is rather flatty and fine.
Still.
He's the sweetest thing.
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Awww - what a guy!! That would make my heart go pitter pat as well!
Try Skype -- it's great, and free.
BTW - Happy (sad) Ash Wednesday - and you have come full circle. :)
Aww, what a sweetheart. It's good to be loved, isn't it??
Tracy~I need to go get smudged, but I'm so tired today. :) Skype. I have it and I never use it! I need to rectify that.
Kati~It is. He puts up with a LOT, let me assure you. A. Lot.
omg
My capture word it: eledyst
elitist?
You want it? I'll buy it for you!"
I'll never forget G saying that. What's not to love when a guy whispers that kind of sweet nuthins in your ear. I'll tell you. Not a dang thing.
Yeah so Ash Wednesday. I work for a fire department. We always have ashes. Want me to send you some? (Firefighter not included)
Rosie~ Marital harmony is reliant on my appropriate response: Aw. Sweet. No. I don't need that. I like this thimble that says Disneyland more.
Which is why I have that thimble collection.
Hey, thanks for the offer. I didn't go to the service and, appropriately for Lent, I feel guilty. YAY!
Mr. Kane said to me this morning, "It's already Ash Wednesday." I said, "Really? Wow, where has the time gone?" And thus our yearly observance of guilt and ash was checked off my to do list.
Yes, I know, they're preparing a special place for me in the fiery pit. And I plan on arriving all used up with champagne in one hand and chocolate in the other. You can drop me off in the new car.
My word verification is amishi. Nope, Amish I ain'ti.
Aww, that is so, so sweet.
I got flat hair and no open top too! Yay! We're practically twins, us.
Awwww, it's so cute...even without the hair (which your's looks just fine) and the car.
Now, see, if MY hubster had said that, my response would have been, "Nice try, Bucko, but you're not gettin' it."
Oh and the answer to Catholic guilt is simple: I send my kids to Parochial School. So there, I've done my part. ;-p
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