little gifts

what more could you ask for then time. when you get right down to it, time is all we have. cliche... okay... true cliche. but things only become cliche because they are true for everybody.

kb and i mosied through lunch. lunch and watch-time shopping. she and HB leave for new zealand and australia in a mere three/four days. pink watch with an alarm and then lunch at big sky. and then stroll down the alley way to linnaeas where a very beaming, pink-haired raelene bounded out to hug and greet us.

the bean is out from newyawkcity. she is heaven personified. not starched. not proper. not cotten clouds. no. she is beaming and animated and pink and glowing.

hours upon hours later a group of us gathered in the kitchen for a chic dinner of mashed potatoes, pizza, watermelon, shiraz/merlot/cab, ale, and scoops of ice cream. but really we were just looking for bites of raelene's little apple.

what we got: stories of meetings and craig's list; foam and no mayo; sherrying; ezpei; ring ceremonies; too much matthewbarney; talks of wizard's second wind and chen's pond and pink rooms; we met baharek who is a little angel unto herself.

what we really got was time with our favorite soontobesomeonewe'llsay we knew her when.

and finally
little snippet of phone call goodness from la rebel con cause. our lass from mass. those of you who know me well, welly know i am not a phone gal. but calls from reb are to answered. and again it just comes down to time. and sharing. timesharing. shimetaring. tisharming. disarming. alarming. and charming.

it's late! time for bed!