Champagne

Good morning, world.
Well...
technicallly it isn't morning anymore...12:32 pm. But the day has been long already; last night and this morning blending into one long hour...a tiring one. An exciting one? Yes, I suppose it was an exciting one. Karine and I saw the "Willits people" as they are on their way to Mexico. We ate dinner at Hometown buffet and later at the hotel we put our legs in the hot tub.

I like the feeling of bubbles...I like them in my mouth, I like their subtle caresses on my legs, I like blowing them through the magic wand...I just like bubbles. There was a time in my life when I desperately wanted a bubble machine in my room so I could have bubbles all the time. But my daddy, my practical and white-walls-only Dad told me that was ridiculous. So, my dream has not yet been fulfilled. I always thought it would be cool to have bubbles everywhere at my wedding...but we'll see.

Bubbles are fun.

I feel "commonplace" today. I think it's because I'm tired. Karine lies on her bed, across the room from me with her coat-of-many-colors blanket draped over her. Do you remember the Zebra gum? The kind with the different colored stripes...in the package that usually contained tattoos? That's what her fleece blanket looks like. She's tired too...soon she will be in dream land. I want to sleep...but I want to write too. Not in my journal though as my mechanical yellow number 2 pencils have run out of lead. I don'twrite in my journal with anything but number 2 lead...it's just this...quirk that I have...rather an obsession. If one finds ink in my journal, it usually means that something terrible happened and for some reason I want it to stand out...but that seldom happens...and sometimes when terrible things DO happen, I conceal them in the safety of number 2 lead...they don't stand out but are secure in the shadows.

My roses!
My splended pumpkin colored roses...SO beautiful...I love the color...I love the way they smell...I know this isn't the first bouquet of roses...it's just that everytime I receive them, I feel like its the first time. I'm astounded, virtually speechess, by JB's love and thoughtfulness towards me. We've been together 7 months...7 glorious months...each day better than the one before... :)... but I'm sure YOU don't want to hear about that do you? I could go on forever, devote a whole blog to it...

I can't take it anymore...I'm so tired. Karine looks comfortable. I think I'll purchase a ticket for for the next train to Dreamland...see you there.