Damn you Sarah!

I have to admit I was a little taken aback by you today. I wasn't too thrilled to get the news you wouldn't be joining for me for my birthday dinner. That just means you owe me one. And I don't mean a gift. I enjoy your company...not your money, Honey.

Although, despite my disappointment and the sad sad feeling that was slowing crawling through my veins and seeping into my nerves, once again you know the way to my heart. Your presence.

andflowersandperfume

Aaaaah, it will be impossible and definately not probable that I will not think of you every time that I smell this scent of Notorious-ness on my skin. Two loves have given me such gifts of smell and you have thoroughly replaced the name of ... who was it again? Anyway, thank you.

I couldn't help as you left just look at you as you closed the door and think, "That girl makes me so damn mad. I can't even be mad at her. I'm such a cheap whore. Well, not cheap. But anyway, bought off just the same. Damn, these are gorgeous flowers. I smell good. Awww, I wish she was coming. I miss her. *sigh*" Just like that. In a 30 second interval I was over my disappointment.

I rationalize that I will make way better memories with you this weekend than I ever could have tonight. Too many people.

But then, alas, YOU ARRIVE! I'm so glad that you came! So so so so happy! Thank goodness, I would have missed you so dearly.

I'm mostly looking forward to the carride down on Friday. Ah, what wonderous memories await! Ahoy!