Distractions

So... If I want to have a conversation with my darling, it helps if I'm not pantsless. On the other hand, if I want to get him to agree to anything I suppose I can distract him with lacy underthings. It wasn't an important conversation I was trying to have, anyway. (I was bitching about body hair)

My parcel has arrived! I'm so glad I decided to back Amanda Palmer's kickstarter for Theatre is Evil. Now I just kinda wish Alan was at work so I could listen through the CD (I like to listen first time all on my lonesome so no one/nothing distracts me). Unfortunately the weather isn't nice enough for me to suggest he have some man-time up at the nudie beach. (I like going with him to the nudie beach sometimes too, but he will lay out there for hours and hours and I can't with my precious delicate pale skin) I will just have to wait.

Also took my engagement ring in to get its rhodium plating redone, resized, and cleaned up. have temporarily relocated my silver heart ring onto that hand so I don't feel naked. I still panic somewhat at the sensation of no ring on my right hand, but it's less of a panic than if it were my left hand, where I'd be all, "oh fuck, did I lose it?" Not a ring I ever want to lose.

I love how Alan talks of the wedding being my first and only wedding. Because even though I'm going to outlive him (I still want 30 years from him), apparently I will be ruined for all other men, because none shall be as awesome and charming and handsome as he. :D Of course, if I do get my 30 years than I will be almost 60, maybe I could try my hand at becoming a cougar... I honestly have no idea.