shanmonster | A Day Well Spent

I have a temporary roommate. His name is Jimmy, and he is my fiancé. The proposal came about this way. He was sleeping in my office while I was on my computer this morning. He was moaning and purring in his sleep, sounding all the world like Eartha Kitt, may she rest in peace. I decided I'd give him a happy wake-up call, and made him a nice cup of cinnamon hazelnut coffee, and while he slept with the bluebird quilt my grandmother made me decades ago, I crept up to him and whispered, "Jimmy. Jimmy.... I have something for you."

His hands slowly crept out from beneath the quilt, and I pressed them around the steaming cup of coffee, and then his head poked out from under the covers, like a big, happy butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, and his face erupted into a smile.

"MARRY ME!" he commanded.

Apparently, no one has ever woken him up with coffee before.

I'm still not sure when the wedding will take place, but there you go.

Later, we went out for breakfast, with Becki and James in attendance, and then went to the park for a day of archery and kite-flying. I caught on to the whole archery concept much more quickly than I thought, although my inner elbow is magnificently bruised, swollen, and blood blistered from the many times I held the bow incorrectly and twanged the string on myself. I also have calluses and blisters on my fingers. I can't wait to do it again, tomorrow.

Later, James staged a mock hold-up with bow and arrow on the local convenience store. I hope to get the photo from it, soon. All I can say is, I'm glad the old lady had left and that the shop keeper knows us, or there could have been an unfortunate misunderstanding.

f00dave took me out to supper tonight, and afterwards, I tried on PVC clothes, and found myself walking out of the local smut shop with a lovely little black feather thingamabob (which I've promised not to stick up his nose) and one of these. It's for my back, of course.

Now, if I could only do this, my day would be complete.