Over the course of the last thirty days I've sent him these text messages at various times:
Thanks for the stemware, Baby. Gin-o'clock!Red KitchenAid two slice toasters are so lovely. I'm quite distraught about mine being broken you know.
I feel so ratchet when I drink martinis out of ordinary glasses when I'm in Seattle. I just love the ones at The Olive and Grape with charming coloured glass stems.
Sometimes when I'm working on black fabric at night I wish I had a good task lamp for my table. I should ask for a recommendation the next time I'm in Fabricana.To which my prince responded:
I see what you did there.And because he's the most awesome man ever known to me, he started following suit:
I find it annoying to do laundry so often since the laundromat in Inverness wrecked one of my two good pairs of jeans. I often get work clothes at Old Navy.
In learning a little Turkish I keep wishing I had a small dictionary that indicates long vowels and unusual word stress, because the standard orthography doesn't. I'd even get rid of a book or two to make room for it.(Yes, he's learning Turkish now)
And that, dear readers, is how you boyfriend. Can there be any doubt why I adore him so?And I do so miss Babylon 5 and wonder if it ever came out on DVD.