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So there's some good stuff and some bad stuff. Good stuff first. Here's a baker's dozen for the Friday List of Happiness: ( Read more... )

Boo-Cat news is not so good. ( Read more... )

Two years ago today, Phil called and asked me to accompany him to his friends' birthday party. And then he called again, and again, and he said yes when I finally worked up the nerve to ask him out. He's smart, he's funny, he's quirky, he's gentle when I drive him nuts, and my life is better because he's in it. (Edit: And he brought my favorite cake for dessert tonight. ♥♥♥) Happy anniversary, Phil.

Nothing's perfect, of course, but I got family, friends, food, and rest. Doesn't get much better than that. ( The usual boring stuff. )

It's Monday. *feeble pom-pom wave* Yay.

LOL for Sherlock fans: http://pics.livejournal.com/rakspatel/pic/00002xwf

Well, I finally saw The King's Speech. Spoilers ahoy under the cut. ( This is the first time I've ever said OOOOO, COLIN FIRTH!!!1!11! )

Still sick, but it was nice to be out and about a little. Phil got us in -- he was waiting to see it until I could go -- and it's the first time in ten days that I've seen him. I'm still sniffing and coughing, though, so no touching. We didn't even sit next to each other because I didn't want him breathing my germs. So at the end of the evening, instead of our usual good night kiss, we made the best of it with a Young Frankenstein Elbow Bump of Passion, which you can find in this clip at 3:03:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgGGx2Or0Wc

I think it's worth watching the whole scene, starting at 1:39. Golly, I love Mel Brooks.

If standing out in the cold for half an hour after the movie doesn't have a detrimental effect on me, then I'll see Phil again Thursday at the Mysterium for Alice in Wonderland. Yay!

Six-hour rehearsals on Saturday and Sunday, and I'm sitting here wondering where the weekend went. Still, carpooling with Phil is nice, though we didn't say much this afternoon. We were all talked out, and we were bloody pooped to boot.

Smashed a HUGE spider on Scrooge's bedroom floor with my script this morning. The pencil that I'd clipped on the script went flying, and I never found it. Celestina nearly wet herself when she saw that thing scurrying towards her, and I am her new hero. It's just a spider, for goodness' sake, but who am I to talk when I turn green and run away screaming at the sight of garden slugs?

We have to be off book by Tuesday night. Phil is really anxious about it, and I am scarcely less so.

Hagrid Dane and I keep stomping away at our dance number, and we'd just got to the point where we felt comfortable when the news came through that they expect us to go through the one-minute routine in thirty seconds. Oh. Crap.

I made an appointment a month ago for a haircut and color, but Marla the Director talked to me about it Thursday. No matter what I slap on my head to make it look like I have long hair, it has to have something to be fastened to, so I couldn't cut it when I went to the salon yesterday. My hair would have been too short otherwise. I'm going to look like a shaggy beast until the Tuesday after we close.

One of the SSHG Anniversary prompts has made me think and speculate. I've written some thoughts about it and will let it simmer for a bit, because I'm a leetle busy at the moment. Not sure if I'll get it in in time for the festival, but I'll see what I can do. Watching one of the Potter movies for research (any excuse), and I'll read the corresponding scene later tonight. I must get chocolate chips tomorrow, because the jar is empty.

Took Phil by work to print out some sheet music Marla e-mailed us last night. He met one of the librarians and got a little tour of the offices while my computer woke up. It's kind of nice that SOMEONE where I work knows that this boyfriend I've been talking about isn't imaginary.

Joined sherlockbbc a week or two ago and am having a marvelous time reading fic and looking at art. I usually swap out my desktop background once a day, but I've had John Watson in Afghanistan there since the art showed up in the comm. (Un-GAWA.)

Boring afternoon. I have a flat that desperately needs to be cleaned, but the only motivation I've been able to muster is the fact that I don't want to start the work week with a dirty hobbit hole, so it's slow going. I think it's that I'm not used to it being dark so early, but I'll get over that presently. The cats have enjoyed all the cuddling I've lavished on them, though. If I'd ignored them today, I think they'd have pissed on everything in sight to get my attention.

EXCHANGE PROJECT IS DONE!!!

Phil is exasperating and adorable all at once. (I can just see you all nodding your heads sagely right now.) And the L-word has been used once or twice.

Glee tonight! Terri's history, Jesse's a mystery, and I would give one of my ovaries to have Mercedes use and dump Puck.

Seen this? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a693eod5XVY I can't wait for Toy Story 3! I've heard that the dance and the Gipsy Kings will be on DWTS tonight.

Fantastic Jimbo birthday/Mother's Day party over Da Weekend. Phil survived his first all-day family party, had a good time, and even helped with the dishes.

I can't wait for work to be over so I can go to Dad's for dinner and Glee.

I've been listening to the Gipsy Kings all weekend. They're coming to L.A. in July; I might splurge on a ticket.

I'm on fandom hiatus until further notice. I'll check in occasionally with the friends list and Ashwinder, but I'm not following any WIPs, and I have zero enthusiasm for writing or communities.

Three months after I said I would someday find the courage, I told Phil that he has a nice arse. Then I watched him walk to his car.

Been off the nutrition and fitness wagon for two weeks, and I've set myself back a pound or two. Spinach salad for lunch today and Curves in the morning should jump-start me back into submission.

What I said about communities doesn't apply to the Exchange, obviously. I am so ready for it to start. And I'll get the rest of Wolfsbane 2.0 posted soon, too.

Staff meetings won't kill you, but they sure can make you wish you were dead.

Finally saw Avatar. I wasn't planning on it -- I loathe following the crowds -- but I'm glad I went. Phil and Ellen wanted to see it in IMAX and 3D, so they picked up their tickets and mine this morning. Then they drove all the way down to the law school to drop my ticket off, so I got to chat with them for a few minutes in the middle of the day.

It was BIG. Overwhelming. ( Thar be mild spoilers here. )

One of the things that blows me away about Phil is that, at the end of an evening together, he thinks ahead and wants to know when we'll see each other again. We've been dating for almost a year, and I'm still surprised and delighted that he isn't bored with me or that he hasn't decided he doesn't want to be around me any more.

Getting groggy. That 3D headache was a doozy so I took something for it. Good night, everyone.

Excellent day yesterday. Took Boo-Girl shopping for a dress and came home with pajamas. *shakes head* But she has a birthday present now, which is all I really care about.

Friends from the play I was in last year were in a Christmas show last night -- sort of a musical revue thing -- so Phil and I went to see them. Good singing, good dancing, so it was lots of fun. Then he invited me to dinner, so we went to his favorite Mexican restaurant. It's funny; sometimes the conversation lags while we're out and about, but once the time comes for us to say goodbye, we can't stop talking. We always end up lingering in a parking lot or on my doorstep or in his driveway for ten, twenty ... ninety minutes. Even when it's cold, drizzly, and windy out.

Boo-Cat is a polite beastie. He waits for me to wake up before he starts meowing and walking around the bed. But he wasn't the one sleeping with me this morning; it was Bubba. He is less polite. At 6 in the ack emma, I was in the middle of a dream when I heard a low, trilling purr and then felt a wet nose and tickly whiskers in my ear. It was a bit startling but very cute, so I woke up laughing.