gloat

Despite being a Grade A jerk when reacting to my aunt's emails, I gotta tell you.
I am luckyluckylucky, and yeah, I'll say it, BLESSED, to be with this guy.

Dinner and drinks with some girlfriends tonight. One is trying to determine if a 4-month old relationship is worth salvaging and as she had a good old fashioned OMG GIRLS WHAT IS UP WITH MY B-FRIEND talk, I kept thinking and occasionally asking, ...well, can't you just ask him/talk to him/tell him how you feel?

And then I remembered that I forget how rare it is to find someone you can ask/tell/say those things to.

I told all this to Brandon when I got home. He turned around and wiggled his butt at me in triumph and yelled SMACK IT!

Could I love him any more.