Awww, thank you, that was just lovely. I was sitting on the edge of my seat, trying to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable wham of serious angst that usually accompanies your fics... but it didn't come!! Just all sweetness and togetherness, but in that oh-so-atypical B/J way.
Re: I soo love this bantering!!myrna1_2_3December 14 2003, 04:16:00 UTC
Thanks much!
My Romeo sat on my lap while I posted as well. He's past the squirmy (or skirmy if you will) stage, but nice and cozy (if a little heavy after awhile)!
Uhh, Romeo is my dog, in case anyone's wondering. Not that some nice gentleman caller might not someday sit on my lap while I'm posting on the internet. Just for the sake of clarity, though, you know. Romey is my dog.
Ohhh, Romeo, what what for art thou Romeo?viola69December 14 2003, 10:07:56 UTC
What kind of dog?? The puppy that was in my lap was a Schnoodle my Mom just picked out- (half schnauzer half poodle) named Shadow and is not only in the squirming, skirmy stage- but also teething stage.
He snorted and almost started choking. "You think Banana Republic is haute couture," he scoffed. "I'm not overly concerned." OMG! I am so Brian- If you replace "haute couture" with "height of fashion" I just said this to my sister at the mall yesterday. I was teasing her though, Banana is all good in my book.
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop- during the dinner prep scene I thought that someone was going to get sick from the leftovers or that Justin would lose a finger chopping vegetables. Then I thought Justin might reveal that he had done his shopping early because he had been diagnosed with something terminal and wasn't supposed to live through the holidays. You have made me neurotic. I am so tickled that you wrote a happy story. Ah the miracle of Christmas!
"Maybe this is the year I planned to cough up some hardware and ask you to make it all legal." "Maybe this is the year the Baby Jesus *doesn't* cry over your drunken behavior at Christmas dinner." I could kiss this snarkage. Thanks for writing this.
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop- during the dinner prep scene I thought that someone was going to get sick from the leftovers or that Justin would lose a finger chopping vegetables. Then I thought Justin might reveal that he had done his shopping early because he had been diagnosed with something terminal and wasn't supposed to live through the holidays. You have made me neurotic.
Hee!! These are all lovely ideas and may have to be incorporated into later fics. Not that I'd give Justin a terminal illness so much as a potentially terminal illness.
It's an important distinction.
So long as there's pukage, of course, and high fevers, and delirium and tender Brian tending, it's all good for me.
Once in awhile though, they can just eat dinner while Brian weasles his name onto Justin's gift tags.
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domestic snippet is just perfect. this:
"It'd be a shame to waste me," I pointed out, smoothing a hand down the front of the fugliest shirt in the Western hemisphere.
i snorted sprite. the western hemisphere is BIG, yo. that must be one fugly shirt.
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Think, "Greatest reunification since Germany..."
We're talkin' fugly.
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Well, given that the keywords in the way that I live my life are humble and self-effacing, I'm going to have to say yes.
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"Maybe this is the year the Baby Jesus *doesn't* cry over your drunken behavior at Christmas dinner."
*wheeeeeeeze* That's just... perfection. I'm gonna go cackle in the corner, now.
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Ooh, and also for pointing out a slight error! I left out a to as in planned to cough up some hardware...
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My Romeo sat on my lap while I posted as well. He's past the squirmy (or skirmy if you will) stage, but nice and cozy (if a little heavy after awhile)!
Uhh, Romeo is my dog, in case anyone's wondering. Not that some nice gentleman caller might not someday sit on my lap while I'm posting on the internet. Just for the sake of clarity, though, you know. Romey is my dog.
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OMG! I am so Brian- If you replace "haute couture" with "height of fashion" I just said this to my sister at the mall yesterday. I was teasing her though, Banana is all good in my book.
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop- during the dinner prep scene I thought that someone was going to get sick from the leftovers or that Justin would lose a finger chopping vegetables. Then I thought Justin might reveal that he had done his shopping early because he had been diagnosed with something terminal and wasn't supposed to live through the holidays.
You have made me neurotic.
I am so tickled that you wrote a happy story. Ah the miracle of Christmas!
"Maybe this is the year I planned to cough up some hardware and ask you to make it all legal."
"Maybe this is the year the Baby Jesus *doesn't* cry over your drunken behavior at Christmas dinner."
I could kiss this snarkage.
Thanks for writing this.
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Hee!! These are all lovely ideas and may have to be incorporated into later fics. Not that I'd give Justin a terminal illness so much as a potentially terminal illness.
It's an important distinction.
So long as there's pukage, of course, and high fevers, and delirium and tender Brian tending, it's all good for me.
Once in awhile though, they can just eat dinner while Brian weasles his name onto Justin's gift tags.
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