What a Girl Wants

First some random coolness:

I totally caught Playette doing some hand motions to Eensy Weensy Itsy Bitsy Spider today. Yay!

Another biggie (to me and literally) is the gift BD brought home for me a few days ago. Back when we were in LA in January, I sat in the most comfortable humongous bean bag chair and fell in love.

I must say that I am not a shopper. I'm not much of a want-er, period. I get what I need, sprinkled with some goodies (mostly of the vacation variety) here and there and that's it. So when I say I like something, that's a pretty big deal. I've been trying to explain that to BD and I thought he was just wishing I'd stop talking already, but he proved me wrong. Big time. He heard me.

That? Is romance.

I like flowers, sure, but they're not necessary. And I don't celebrate many holidays. Chocolates are wasted on me unless they're all exactly what I like and then I really only want one or two unless we're talking cupcakes and then all bets are off.

But surprise me with something I really want and I'm golden. Like a spatula or a stainless steel bowl. Or filing my papers. Or any other little thing.

I'd rather have small and meaningful over flashy and irrelevant any day.

This time, though, it was big.

Like, King Sized big.

And I love it.

Last night BD went out and had a great time. I went out too, but I was home by 9:30. Playette was asleep so I curled up in my new snugly-thang and read until I could no longer hold my eyes open.

Best. Night. Ever.

Gold star for BD.