growing in the goo

My dearest Cam,

I've spent all day considering your offer, which has been a pleasant diversion. It's almost convinced me that I should imagine marrying a different guy each day of the week, in order to give myself something to daydream about. It's a whole new fantasy life!

But, no, I decided that daydreaming about marrying You, only You, is enough. Everyone else pales in comparison. And how could I say no with your cute face smiling at me from your blog? Irresistible.

However, just like you, I do have my terms.

- we will live at least half of the year in the Boston area.
- you will buy me things for the sheer joy of buying me things to make me happy. For reference, I like sapphires, convertibles, flowers, and, hell....anything. A donut works too.
- you're a dog person. right?!
- you won't make me eat Mexican food, insisting that I "do like it, I just don't know it yet."
- you will let me lie sometimes with my head on your shoulder with your arm around me. It's nice. It makes me happy.

In return, I'll...
- become a better SCUBA diver so we can go on amazing dives together (and not just in quarries).
- make you dinner all the time.
- learn to cook so that dinner is edible at least part of the time.
- run a 5K every so often so we can mutually pretend that I'm in shape.
- not make you edit my nanowrimo submissions, just because it's so sweet that you thought of that.
- love you for who you are.
- make you the freaking happiest man alive.

See you in Vegas in 45 hours!

gchat kisses,
meg