*verklempt*

[trinityofone]

Oh my God! Not ten minutes after I made that last post, flowers arrived for me! Talk about timing! At first I thought it was from a publisist—the other Associate Editor, who does parties, is always getting gift baskets from club promoters—but it was from John and Rodney! Well, that's what the card said, anyway. ;-)

Whoever you are, thank you so, SO much. I am so touched— I love all of you and I'm so glad I have this place to bitch and squee and mourn and rejoice in. Thank you.

*huge, enveloping hugs*

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Now that is the sign of a true romantic! I'll have to point the Colonel to this.

(I trust, of course, that the bacon in question was Canadian, and not any of that steroid-fuelled American crap.)

[(Anonymous)]

Fine, fine, I'll put in a rec for one February 14th slab of beef and side of unnaturally round bacon.

The shit I do for you, McKay.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my, Colonel, it's almost like you care. Would you like me to flutter my eyelashes in appreciation of your caveman-like offering?

[(Anonymous)]

No, I'd like you to get off the damn computer and blow me.

[(Anonymous)]

Aren't we pushy when we want something?

. . . wait, this is a question with an answer so obvious I wonder why I'm posing it.

[(Anonymous)]

You take your time, Rodney. I'm just gonna lie here, buck naked, stroking myself while you email . . .

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, you are such a slut. My mother warned me about boys like you.

Well, she warned Jeannie about boys like you. Me, she warned about Sarah Harviston, but I think you and she had similar experiences underneath the bleachers in high school, so I think the analogy stands.

[(Anonymous)]

Stroke myself . . . maybe suck on one finger so that I can . . . you know.

mmmmm.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god. Chuck just asked me if the climate controls were set too high for me. I am so going to, to glare at you at lot the next time I see you.

[(Anonymous)]

Gettin' a little hot under the collar, Rodney? Maybe you should take something off.

Slide a hand over your bare belly.

Scratch your nails along the inside of one thigh.

Or . . . I could just do that while I wait for you.

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, that is just using an unfair tactical advantage, why did you have to bring thighs into this?

[(Anonymous)]

Because.

I didn't shave today, you know.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, great, now Elizabeth is asking me if my coffee went down the wrong way.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm just sayin' - you know how much your thighs enjoy it when I don't shave.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, I said I was coming, please try not to make it so that I can't walk.

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Well, it was actually Australian - since I was living there at the time. But I assure you that it was much closer to Canadian than American ;)