These are a few of the Post Its I found while cleaning off my desk today.  I do this, scribble furiously when a snippet comes to me, tuck it way to be expounded on later.  I’m not in the mood to expound and to be honest the stories behind each are probably better left untold.  The theme in the pile I gathered today appears to be boys.  These are three very different boys, and I have to love them for very different reasons.

• He told me this was a night I would never forget.  I knew he was right.  Sometimes you have these moments, even as you’re living them you know they’ll never fade.  Years later and I still know there was a twin bed, The Dreaming Tree, and an earthquake we didn’t feel because we were too busy falling in love.

• How I Know That You Love Me:  When I crawl back onto the couch we’ve been forced to share I’m shivering.  You know I’m always cold.   Without a word you pull the extra blanket off the back of the couch tightly around me.  You settle in next to me to wait for morning and mash your warm feet on top of my ice cold ones. 

• When the phone rings I think I know exactly what he’s going to say.  Boys are forever surprising me.  Why is he apologizing?  He’s right, things did get a bit inappropriate, but I’m not bothered by it.  Isn’t that his point?  He accepts that he doesn’t need to apologize for my sake and still offers to be “better” next time.  We both laugh trying to picture what “better” is going to look like from him.

I have finally finished transferring the archives into wordpress!  Holy crap ya’ll!  It only took two months to get this done, and I am so glad I don’t have this project on my to do list anymore.  (Currently ignoring the three other projects related to this switch to wordpress.  Let me celebrate!)

I would like to thank (or strangle, what ever) Killer for suddenly developing an anxiety** problem and spending all the money I had saved up for my trip to Vegas this weekend.  Without your special brand of crazy I would have had the cash flow to be drinking my face off this weekend instead of staying home to work.  I would also like to aknowledge the poor planning skills that went into us deciding that this weekend, the weekend of 07/07/07, could be the weekend for my first Vegas experience.  Without the lack of forethought we would have been able to find a hotel room!  And finally, big thanks go out to Mug Rootbeer, this last push of archive transfer hell was fueled by your caffeine free but sugary goodness.

*I don’t know why I called you dude.  There are so few people that I’m comfortable calling dude (Um, really?  Just Lindsey.) and I’m pretty sure you’re not one of them.

**Seriously, my cat has anxiety now apparently.  “Changes in her home life” have stressed her out so much that the vet wants her on anti-anxiety medication.  The day that my cat is on anxiety medication before I am?  Well that’s a strange day indeed.  I know she isn’t happy with the amount of time I spend away from home, and when I am here I’m working.  (Killer is needy, have you not met her?)  Look cat, I’m not happy about the schedule either but you don’t see me peeing in the corner of the office, do you?