Because I do enjoy teasing Essorant (just a little bit, lovie, because you take it so well) I'd like to offer Essorant an apology for whatever it was I typed. (Seriously, I don't remember what it was)
If it was an "f" and "k" together? That stands for a simple forehead kiss. (This can be validated by the lovely Susan Caldwell, and the equally lovely and diligent Kari, who did once e mail me to ask what that meant to be sure that I wasn't being naughty again.)
And yep, Ess--I broke the "red wine only" rule last night, so nod, I had been drinking white russians, and yes, I tend to be a bit, um, more playful and more than a little bit risque when I've had too much to drink.
I have no idea what I wrote, so I have no idea if I typed a bit of a swing atcha or not. But I offer my sincere apology just in case I did. If I didn't direct any ill will toward you, please feel free to use this apology retroactively for all the times I did offend you, k?
And honestly, this all started when I tried to do a simple gesture of kindness by bringing my mother-in-law a movie--she was...bored.
(Now she is hungover and um, no doubt she is blaming ME for last night's misadventure as she tries to explain her new budget problem to her boyfriend. There are poker machines in the daiquiri shop, and hey, she was really doing well for a while on the deuces wild game--she kept hitting five of a kind on a streak unlike any I've seen before. Unfortunately, she did not "cash out" before losing it all again because it is really difficult to have good judgement when one has been drinking white russians spiked with everclear.)
My husband isn't talking to me either...but I'm confident he will eventually.
I suspect that he does love me. I also suspect that he hates himself for it too.
Which sort of qualifies my point that sometimes love ends up being a decision.
Sort of? heh-heh?
*peace*? <--for true!
I'll be over there--> In bed.
ciao darlin's, and thank you Ron, for cleaning up my mess yet again.