all the time that we wasted, i don't want to waste it again

long grass. dirty hands. seeds. gesturing hands. glasses ringed with wine and mint leaves. coffee. dirty floors. one thousand and three mosquito bites. three hours of sleep with five am wake ups. long hair. dry cleaning. hanging things to dry on the line. baking and baking and baking and more baking. streetcars and subways and driving down the 427 like no one's business. crowds. peter gabriel. birdsong. text messages. peonies. more coffee. fish scales everywhere. laughing until my face hurts. compliments. ceaseless teasing. dick jokes. bubble baths. bruises, scrapes, and a vicious head cold. twitterpation. the boys. chloe. flailing.

yeah, that about sums up the past two months nicely. except, did i mention coffee? or the fact that in the next two weeks alone, i may, quite simply, explode from the sheer amount of awesomeness lined up? my life will include, but not be limited to: a trip to toronto to see U2 with my mom and melissa and patti and heather, dress shopping for kevin's wedding, picking up katy and the baby, extra days off and ah, a date. a third date.

i did also mention extreme flailing, right? oh god.