rec, or be recced

[_dellamore]

I owe many comments. Rather, I owe many wordless, endless bear-hugs of appreciation, because I'm inarticulate as all hell and you people deserve better.

Especially romanyg, who is determined to stir my vegetative funk. *g* I heart her to creepy lengths, as everyone should. Tho' less creepily

Comments

[viciouswishes]

Happy Belated Birthday *snuggles and smooches you*

[_dellamore]

Thank you, cutie. If only partying legally were as fun as partying in Vegas. *g* *smooches you tipsily*

Eee, Brian!

[viciouswishes]

You have to make your own fun. *g* *pets you*

[swmbo]

*tackles and squishes you*

I've misssssed you! *clings* I hope you had a gorgeous birthday! I hope we see you more because I misssss you ten times over! Now you can get LEGALLY drunk and wobbly and affectionate! *rubs her cheek against your shoulder*

[_dellamore]

*loves*

You cute thang! Don't think I haven't missed you ten-times-ten over! Eee. And my birthday was great, tho' it would've been better if I'd stopped comparing it to Vegas. It's not as fun being drunk without a Swmbo to take care of you. *g*

*wobbles affectionately*

[jolielaide]

You're here! You're back, and you're here, and holy crap you recced me!

::loves you with the big love::

Happy almost birthday, sweetcakes. Wish I were there to pour White Russians down your gullet.

xo

[_dellamore]

Oh, I'm here, baby. Here to rec you up with love. Miss Fantastic Awesome Person.

*is engulfed*

And thank you. For being lovely. And for treating me to my first White Russian. A very momentous occasion. *g*

*smooch*

[jolielaide]

Oh, PS, it's funny you should post now, because just last night W. and I were in the kitchen, and I was pottering around, and she had the laptop set up at the kitchen table and was reading your entry for the Spander Inquisition. I had my back turned to her, doing some dishes, you know, and every now and again she'd...well, she'd hate it if she knew I were telling this to the whole world, but...every now and again she'd squeak. And when I was finished with the silverware, I looked over and she had finished the story, and her face had taken on that kind of slack-jawed, glazed-eyed, faraway look. You know the one. ;-)

[witling]

So nice to see you back. And reccing. But mainly back.

::glomps you::

::repeatedly::

[_dellamore]

*is sticky with glomp*

Thank you, chica. And it's always nice to see you. Always, always.

Although I twitch with guilt because you top the list of my People I Owe Comments List. Which is a real list. Of which you top.

*twitches*

[witling]

There is no owe. There is only be.

At least, that's how I get through my days.

If you really love me, you'll write more.

Not that I'd emotionally blackmail you or anything.