On A Lighter Note

The air is warm, the sun shining, the birds have been singing in the trees all morning. Today they were singing, yesterday they were having sex like rabbits. It's over in a flash (and there's not a woman who reads these words who doesn't know what that's like), but here she is, still singing for more. He obliges. Three more times. Still she's wanting more, but he's on a branch, huffing and puffing so hard it seems like he's about to have a heart attack. Maybe there is some truth to the whole viagra finding it's way into our water story.

So on this sunny, warm morning, let's share a nice memory, shall we? Good. Let's begin. We'll go back in time, about three years. It was three years yesterday that TCB landed for the first time. It was three years today that we knew this was something a little more than an infatuation. It was the day I stopped running and slowed to a jog. The day F&D formed their little alliance. Banished to the halls of "what happened in the bad times", they did their best to encourage HRG to return to her fun-loving, commitmentphobic self. They failed, yet they remain, whispering. It's ok, as you all know, I'm a little hard of hearing.

Three years later and here we are, happy and settled. Getting this house has really put a spark back into TCB. I love his smile, the sparkle in his eyes when he is truly happy. We were choking here, this small space kept getting smaller and smaller by the day. The new house gives us a chance to spread our wings and find a bit of space. It feels like home. Almost. Soon. Very soon.

And babies, HRG had the most fabulous birthday this year! Last year was horrid, and if not for two of my staff, would've gone down in history as my worst birthday ever. No one remembered. This year, in the days leading up to it, TCB made no mention of it. Didn't ask if there were anything I'd like to do, someplace I'd like to go. Biting my tongue hard, I said nothing about it until an invitation from J arrived. The morning of the day, while the coffee brewed, HRG walked into the living room to find FLOWERS AND A CARD on the table. I don't know how he did it, but he had them in this place all nite before and hid them from me. Those of you who've been here know what a Herculean task that was. Giving flowers seems to be a thing TCB is not comfortable doing, despite three years of pleading. It was the perfect way to start the day. That nite J and TCB took me to my favorite restaurant, gave me nice shiny presents and then off we went, the three of us, to meet friends and play some music.

All in all, it was the perfect day.

Everyone deserves one of those every now and again.

Even HRG.

HRG