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happy day for Mr. G
Back in 1987, I was a skinny, feral girl in a miniature skirt with Lady Godiva-style magenta hair, and I was not looking for love. Sex, sure, but not anything enduring--I couldn't think more than a week or so ahead without panicking anyway. Also, I was unsuccessfully chasing persons of a female persuasion, so it was quite a surprise to me when I actually developed love feelings for the person whom we all know today as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misterglove. What can I say? He was really cute.
Today he is old.
Stuff he knows: how electricity works, why it works, and how to harness it in ways both useful and frivolous. How to ski. How to tell the height of a tree from the length of its shadow. How to make a good piecrust. How to play the guitar and how to make music-like sounds come out of any instrument he fiddles with. He knows what to do when major appliances stop working, or when cracks appear in the walls, or when cars don't run right. I don't know how to do any of these things, and while I didn't choose him for these abilities, it works out rather nicely that he has them.
He seems to have this idea that I add benefit to his life ("add benefit" is the kind of thing he says) despite the fact that I have no practical application inside the home or out. Let's all encourage him to keep thinking this, shall we?
We just watched The Hours and seeing Julianne Moore play a depressed person trying to make a birthday cake amused the hell out of me. I will be attempting to make a carrot cake today, and if anyone has any tips or recipes to share, I welcome them in the name of a happier day for Mr. G.
misterglove. What can I say? He was really cute. Today he is old.
Stuff he knows: how electricity works, why it works, and how to harness it in ways both useful and frivolous. How to ski. How to tell the height of a tree from the length of its shadow. How to make a good piecrust. How to play the guitar and how to make music-like sounds come out of any instrument he fiddles with. He knows what to do when major appliances stop working, or when cracks appear in the walls, or when cars don't run right. I don't know how to do any of these things, and while I didn't choose him for these abilities, it works out rather nicely that he has them.
He seems to have this idea that I add benefit to his life ("add benefit" is the kind of thing he says) despite the fact that I have no practical application inside the home or out. Let's all encourage him to keep thinking this, shall we?
We just watched The Hours and seeing Julianne Moore play a depressed person trying to make a birthday cake amused the hell out of me. I will be attempting to make a carrot cake today, and if anyone has any tips or recipes to share, I welcome them in the name of a happier day for Mr. G.
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I'd offer you tips on the making of carrot cake, but you know what? As a human disaster in the kitchen, the stuff of culinary nightmare, I have successfully made carrot cake, which suggests that it's one of those unscrewupable things.
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Chicken.
I love Rhi too
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(Mister Glove extents his very best regards and thanks her for her kind greeting)
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Hope your cake experience is better than Moore's
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Thank you!
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So, when do we meet?
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So that's why we never hear about the domestic upheavals and the spousal abuse? I thought you sounded too good to be true. ;)
As for us meeting, that will be the day I win the lottery and can afford a trip across the pond. Or, of course, the day you decide to take Jed on a European vacation. She already has a standing invitation for the sofa-bed in my living room, and I'm sure there's room for you as well.