thegirlwonder

i really believe that. Having a secret that no one else knows makes life thrilling (or dangerous, depending on the secret... but isn't that somehow thrilling, too?)

i don't mean a secret like when the milk in your fridge expires or if you're not a natural redhead -- i mean the kind of secret where you get off work and go home to be led around, naked, on a leash *weg*

Just the other day i was working, suggesting materials for a costume we'll be building for an upcoming ...

i just cant help myself *smh*

We're getting married!

More accurately, we're eloping... in 3 weeks, 3 days. *grins* The families have no idea... it's going to be just us, exactly how we want it.

That said, we are planning it to be a very satirical affair, lol. We are not traditionalists in any sense of the word and our day will certainly reflect that. *nods*

i'm not posting any details for now; it's enough to get the secret off ...

Turns out i'm perfectly fine.

Well, let me rephrase: i don't have appendicitis. Apparently i just pulled a weird muscle or something, because i never got sick and we were never given cause to head to the hospital (thank GOD!)



Meanwhile, life as i know it has set my wheels turning; how much of who i am, what i know, what i value... is because i am American? In how many ways am i spoiled without knowing it? In how many ways ignorant? Maybe i'll find that ...

As i type, Sir and i are trying to decide if i should head into the ER to get checked for appendicitis.

Fact one: i would do most anything for Him. He coddles me when i need it, and helps me grow when i need it, and makes me grow when i don't want to but need to, and brings me flowers for no reason at all, and opens doors all day long. He is the perfect man first, and the perfect Sir (for me, anyways) second, and He knows that i am His completely.

Fact two: Not even ...