I've called the technology police, Merrick, and they are on their way to confiscate your computer, your cell phone, and any other digital paraphernalia you might have on your person.
Thanks, all, friends and lurkers, for the great suggestions! As SD says, I won't need them very often, and as I said, it feels a little hokey to do it after he noticed so vehemently and talked about it. I'll have to finesse a way to do it without seeming like I'm doing it. (BTW, Stubborn, since you didn't make a specific suggestion I can't name her "Stubborn Dyke," which is what I was secretly hoping for. Ah, well.)
Elllie, gifts are decidedly NOT S.'s LL, which is dismaying to me because gifts are one of MINE. The tickets and the game for him were much more about QT than gifting. I wish it weren't so (and I wish there were a conditional form of ain't), because I am almost always disappointed when I give him something other than a birthday or Christmas present. I've stopped doing it, because it disappoints me so, and it became very one-sided after a while.
His other LL is quite clear to me and that is WOA. He is so solidly ensconced in the WOA camp, and insists "I don't need words of affirmation from anybody" - this after we read the 5LL together. I nodded in all seriousness and let out a hearty guffaw inside.
So H2H and I have joked about plastering the gold stars on him for the slightest things, and we call him the celestial salad maker because of an evening he came home with some yummy salad ingredients (nothing totally out of the ordinary, but nice, like walnuts and crumbled bleu cheese) and proceeded to talk about it all evening and for days to come as though he had climbed Mount Kilimanjaro to cull the ingredients.
Last night he made a spinach and mushroom tart after I'd already gone to bed, and at 6 a.m. when I got up to get breakfast, he asked me if I was going to have some of it. He went on to describe its tastiness. I declined, but promised to have some for lunch. He stuck his tongue out at me. (Sorry, but I am 8 months pregnant and though I've had no weird food cravings or sickness at all, I don't do spinach before 10 a.m.!) No doubt when he gets home he will ask if I had some, and I will proceed to extoll the virtues of that spinach and mushroom tart for days to come.
What else? Things continue to be good. This morning I got a few hugs before he went off to work, and last night he went to bed much later than I but came to tuck me in and stayed a long time, massaging me like we learned in childbirth education class this week (yep, that's what I said).
Must get back to work. Tomorrow I'm taking a test all day (information gathering for my work), so I imagine S. will enjoy some alone time in the house. As QT as he is, he needs some space to breathe in here, and I am always here.
