OKAY. Flipping Cillian Murphy's eyes are insanely intoxicating. The facial freckles and the blazing baby blues. MMMM. Ever when he's bleeding from his throat. I can imagine it now:
"AGUHHHHH ::Cillian puts finger to windpipe opening in neck:: I LOVE YOU AGUSHSHH"
Gillian and Cillian hold the knives to get into my bathroom door.
Shawn-o's turning 18!
Oh, the weight of legality.
I gave him his birthday presents today, all entirely wrapped in white tissue in an extra large green paper lantern. I colored him a felt poster in a celtic design that will "pop!" under blacklight and gave him another Express Mens dress shirt for soccer season. Finally, I made him a candle holder from this killer geode crystal thingy (candles included)
I also got creative and decided to construct a life-like model of Shawn for his birthday card.
Shocking similarities!
All & all,
I am just the luckiest gal alive to have him.
Oh, and I've decided I want to be a professional beach volleyballer. Hmm, get paid to be healthy and hot in a bikini? Hmm. Pshhh, cha!
Wacky Tacky day tomorrow, but I want to be outside of the box. Hmm, should I dress up like a tacky woman? A wacky box of tacks? I need ideas, folks! Shoot!