Yeah, I know. It's a commercial holiday and it makes uncoupled people feel crappy. I know. I remember. But I can't help myself. After years and years of feeling like Charlie Brown on Valentine's Day, I fully enjoy the sweetness of celebrating love in my life. Even the most relentless of cynics can have a sappy moment now and then.
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Unfortunately, John is having dental work done today, poor guy. He had that bad tooth pulled a few months back, and now that the area has healed, the next step is putting in the implant, which is what he's having done as I type. From what he's been told, this part of the procedure is nowhere near as miserable as the extraction and the bone graft, which he's already endured. So I'm hoping he won't be too uncomfortable. We're hoping that he'll be up for a nice dinner tomorrow night. But if we have to bypass the celebrations, it's OK. Next Thursday, we head to Vegas for four days, to convene with spanko friends for a small-ish private party. That will more than compensate. We are both looking forward to the getaway.
Meanwhile, he made sure to send my roses early. Aren't they splendid?
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Also, Steve surprised me last Tuesday by showing up at my door with a pretty arrangement of red and white flowers. "No roses," he assured. "I leave those for John." Thoughtful, yes? John doesn't mind if a top gives me flowers, but he doesn't like it when another man gives me roses. I totally get that.
So I had two pretty bouquets decorating my place this week. I am feeling very much loved.
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(Pardon all the clutter in the background.)
Finally, for those like me who are a bit meh about the Olympics, here's a little funny for you, posted by none other than George Takei on Twitter:
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Wishing all my friends happy hearts, chocolates, red bottoms and sweet kisses. And if you hate the holiday, screw it -- go do something fun for yourself and forget about it.
And have a great weekend, y'all.
Unfortunately, John is having dental work done today, poor guy. He had that bad tooth pulled a few months back, and now that the area has healed, the next step is putting in the implant, which is what he's having done as I type. From what he's been told, this part of the procedure is nowhere near as miserable as the extraction and the bone graft, which he's already endured. So I'm hoping he won't be too uncomfortable. We're hoping that he'll be up for a nice dinner tomorrow night. But if we have to bypass the celebrations, it's OK. Next Thursday, we head to Vegas for four days, to convene with spanko friends for a small-ish private party. That will more than compensate. We are both looking forward to the getaway.
Meanwhile, he made sure to send my roses early. Aren't they splendid?
Also, Steve surprised me last Tuesday by showing up at my door with a pretty arrangement of red and white flowers. "No roses," he assured. "I leave those for John." Thoughtful, yes? John doesn't mind if a top gives me flowers, but he doesn't like it when another man gives me roses. I totally get that.
So I had two pretty bouquets decorating my place this week. I am feeling very much loved.
(Pardon all the clutter in the background.)
Finally, for those like me who are a bit meh about the Olympics, here's a little funny for you, posted by none other than George Takei on Twitter:
Wishing all my friends happy hearts, chocolates, red bottoms and sweet kisses. And if you hate the holiday, screw it -- go do something fun for yourself and forget about it.
And have a great weekend, y'all.