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November. It snowed. Twice. It’s also sub-freezing and it’s supposed to stay that way for the foreseeable forecast. Things will not be melting anytime soon. Winter did not waste any time getting here. We went to see Distant Worlds: music from FINAL FANTASY. Orchestra plays video game music. This kind of thing rarely seems to come to Minnesota (or we just don’t hear about it), so when we saw they were coming to the Orpheum,… Keep reading…Find light again…
If our marriage was a person, it would be old enough to drive. Which means in November, our relationship will be old enough to vote. When everything feels like it’s spiraling far beyond my control, he brings me back to myself, and keeps that last thread of sanity firmly intact. I took this picture when it was just the two of us wandering around the garden before everyone else arrived for our wedding ceremony. Studying… Keep reading…Sixteen…
Fifteen is the crystal anniversary. Or a watch. Neither of which either of us needs. Instead we’re taking a four-day weekend with wild plans to play Final Fantasy XVI (or Bob plays, Sara watches the story) while stuffing ourselves with takeout Mexican food. He is still my favorite, across all categories. Pablo Picasso Matt Nathanson
Everything I’ve tried to write here recently has been nothing but bitch, bitch, whine, bitch, whine, bitch, whine. I’m kind of sick of myself to be honest. Ech. Anyway. Bob sent me this on Discord. Then I turned my head to the left to see smiling snoot. He also sent me this without context. Because why does a frog riding a goose need any context? Today after he wrapped up work he was futzing around… Keep reading…Closer still…
S: I like my narrative better. R: You need a new joke. S: New? I’ve used it TWICE. R: EXACTLY. S: Hey listen. R: Go on. S: We all know how I feel about dead horses. R: No. We don’t. S: Yes we do. R: No. I’m sure there are a few of your critters who haven’t heard yet. — He makes me laugh. Every single day. Fourteen years. This past year has been impossibly… Keep reading…Fourteen…
A baker’s dozen. I send him Dinosaur and Foxes in Love comics over Discord. He drops inside jokes to his FFXIV raid group that they don’t get to make me laugh. We are bad at adult responsibilities and good at shameless inanity. He is the calm center of my hurricane mind. I still marvel at how it is possible to love one human being SO. FUCKING. MUCH. — Did…did he just…quote song lyrics at me?… Keep reading…Thirteen…