Comments on Pens Fatales: Wistful (kinda) rhymes with Mistletoe

you lost me at cinnamon rolls. when do we get tho...

2009-11-16T20:52:50.564-08:00

you lost me at cinnamon rolls. when do we get those?

Oh, nuts. The smut was getting good. I love fake d...

2009-11-16T18:42:43.551-08:00

Oh, nuts. The smut was getting good. I love fake domestic blog porn.

But in that same alternate universe, I will remind...

2009-11-16T16:23:32.825-08:00

But in that same alternate universe, I will remind you that I am a Fully Modern Man, capable of pressing my own shirts, dear. And that tonight is NOT the night we're watching "our" show (which would be "Greek" on ABC Family Channel -- LOVE that show!). No, no. Tonight is supposed to be "Sophie's Choice" night, where we giggle about the William Styron reference and then turn out the lights and you get to decide what posi...

Oh, goodness me. There you were, bein' all nice and sappy, and I had to ruin it by getting smutty. I'm sorry, Soph, really. Nothing inappropriate for me from here on out, I promise. Well. Anyway. Thanks for making the Popeyes run. You know I love your biscuits.

Aw, damnit!

I love you, miss misty-eyed :) Brad, in some alte...

2009-11-16T15:39:43.228-08:00

I love you, miss misty-eyed :)

Brad, in some alternate universe, I am even now pressing your shirts, and I've starched them just the way you like them. Hurry home, dear, "our" show is on tonight and I got biscuits from Popeyes. xo

Love the banter between you convention spouses...!...

2009-11-16T14:18:38.921-08:00

Love the banter between you convention spouses...!
Sophie -- you do sappy better than anyone I know.
Signed, Misty-eyed in Oaktown

Oh, gosh, of course I remember that! And how about...

2009-11-16T14:04:54.219-08:00

Oh, gosh, of course I remember that! And how about that first Thanksgiving on our own, where we tried to cook our own turkey and didn't realize we had to remove the innards that had been stitched inside? The whole house smelled like cooked gizzard and we had to evacuate to the Mainwairings' house and... Oh, wait, we WEREN'T married? Then who the hell was I cooking gizzards with? Damn I'm confused.

Hey Mr. Neely, I can totally see the two of you in...

2009-11-16T13:23:15.621-08:00

Hey Mr. Neely, I can totally see the two of you in your cute apartment doing "awwww"-worthy :)

Brad, darlin, remember that little coach house we lived in right after we were married? The way you'd come home with flowers you stole from the neighbor's garden, how I always fixed your favorite - - oh, wait, oops, I forgot we weren't actually married for a minute there! How embarrassing.

PCN: this does not surprise me one little bit. :)

Oh, I'm all about the tradition. I've move...

2009-11-16T10:25:25.381-08:00

Oh, I'm all about the tradition. I've moved away and gotten married but have never spent a holiday away from my family. No matter where I am in the world and how broke, I drag my sorry ass back to my parents' home because I need that tradition and the plastic 20-year-old Christmas tree that gets thinner every year. And my dad's cooking. And midnight mass. And the ripping open of presents at 1:30 a.m. after mass (hey, it's technically Christmas morning) and staying up all night to play with our new toys.

Somewhere along the way, I decided I'm staying 12 forever.

Aw, Soph, I love it when you do sappy. :)

2009-11-16T09:52:48.851-08:00

Aw, Soph, I love it when you do sappy. :)

I can't believe I don't own that Willie Ne...

2009-11-16T09:50:25.378-08:00

I can't believe I don't own that Willie Nelson xmas album. I'm sure it's a much needed piece in the puzzle that makes up our holiday traditions.

I remember our first christmas in our little one bedroom apartment in Oakland and scraping together as much holiday knick knacks as we could from Longs and Target and the likes. It sure is funny how one years scrapings turn into a lifetime's traditions.

Dude, I'm 30, my sisters are... more than that...

2009-11-16T07:47:46.018-08:00

Dude, I'm 30, my sisters are... more than that, is all I'll delicately say, and last year was the very first year we didn't do everything the exact same way. Even when we all spread our wings, we kept tucking them back into the footie pajamas for one day out the year, even if schedules meant we had to move that day to December 27.

So don't be sad. Enjoy it now, and in the future, just insist on your way, even if it ends up being in January. They'll appreciate it.