Probably because every crying, snot-nosed toddler in all of DC has this terrible fucking bug keeping them up all hours of the night. But that's a solid idea. I'm grabbing the plain one and grape juice.
Shit, don't tell me my boy's coming down with it.
Of course I do. I got your precious cargo, don't worry Mr. Fuller.
[as if to prove it, he takes a discreet selfie, head ducked down over the cart with the largest jar possible in one hand, one eye winked shut and tongue sticking out to the side like he teases delia with at dinner time.
privately, he'll never get over the thrill of tim having taken his name and using it every chance he gets.]
Delia is better today than yesterday - less coughing. But she’s slept all day which means our night is about to be very long.
No, not the plain. Get the strawberry stuff and the grape juice. Trust me. She knows. She’s about as attentive to detail as you are.
It’s both endearing and annoying. Just like this weird tickle in the back of my throat. Maybe I am. I hope not.
But the selfie makes it go away. You know how to make a jar of peanut butter look sexy, Mr. Fuller. Careful, the stressed and thirsty mothers in the stores might get ideas if you keep that up.
You’d better feed it to me yourself later. It is your boy’s favorite after all.
Well. Assuming Delia sleeps.
If she doesn’t sleep I may have to just drown myself in the shit instead.
Ah, fantastic. Well I’ll worry about that - you need to get rest and get rid of that tickle.
I grabbed both. We can test our theories. Whoever wins…well, should be dealer’s choice I think. Assuming Delia sleeps - christ. And if not, we're both going out by peanut butter.
Trust me, I'm trying to get out of here as fast as possible. Forgot how awful the after-work rush is. Just another reason I'm grateful to my hot piece at home for always taking care of this shit. And dealing with all the thirsty mothers at school.
I just want you to lay back and try and take it easy - when I get home, Daddy's gonna have everything handled.
Sweetheart, rest and a toddler don’t exactly go together.
And you try taking a toddler to the grocery with you. Last time Delia almost pulled down a whole row of oreos trying to grab them. Careful you don’t go to the checkout at the end - Susan is the bag checker. She’ll talk to you for hours.
But trust me you may think I’m some hot piece but they don’t. They’re always floored when I tell them I’m a stay at home dad. How honorable it is to let my wife have her career.
You hear that, darling wife?
No laying back and waiting for Daddy. As much as I’d like to be laying somewhere else and ready for you, miss thing here has discovered she can scream and cry together.
When I get home, I'm taking over. I mean it. My best boy's not getting sick on my watch.
What kind of wife would I be? Christ, don't take this the wrong way - but that Dries Van Noten sweater I saw you wearing the other day doesn't exactly scream straight trophy husband. Then again I bought you that.
But I know it just means they're hoping to have an affair with you down the road. Too bad they don't know I throw a mean right hook - wife or not.
Fuck, almost walked right into that one with Susan, though. You really are my guardian angel, Skip.
Mark it on the calendar though, because for once - I didn't mean it like that. Wish we could, but tonight I have a feeling we're going to have to make a sacrifice.
Sometimes parenthood feels more urgent than war with Carpathia - how the hell does that work?
Delia will go down for a nap at least - I'd rather spend the time with you than run off to rest on my own.
Besides, what kind of trophy husband would I be if I even acted like I was getting sick? I'll even wear the sweater for you when you're home to prove it. You forget that the whole office thought I was straight until they found out I wasn't.
I know we can't tonight, but I miss you. Us. Consider not working so late next week, alright? Else it will be more urgent than war with Carpathia. With little Delia here the stakes are higher, so I'd fight this war any day.
The second she does, I'll rest with you, how 'bout that? You can take a nap in my arms.
Well, I guess not everyone met you bent over reading notes on Harvey Milk, so I should cut you some slack. But I would have clocked it if we'd met at the gala too.
Please. Trophy husbands are supposed to lay around getting spoiled. I should be at your beck and call.
I miss you too, honey. Not just with the groceries and the work - but you're right. It's getting very urgent. Might even be breaking a few humanitarian laws if I don't get home by dinner, and if she doesn't stay up through the day.
Hawk, I don’t want to take a nap. I want to sit with you and talk with you. Ask about your day and your work and spend time with you.
She’s a toddler so she’s not exactly the most intelligent conversationalist. But to her credit she tries very, very hard. Lots of sound.
I’m sorry to tell you dinner happened half an hour ago. Delia has a tummy timer and it’s pretty consistent. I’ll whip something up for you before you get home. I promise it won’t be sweet potatoes and chicken.
Try to get off a little earlier next week if you can? I’ll understand if it doesn’t work out - that’s how it is. I know you’re busy. But it would be nice.
And it was you who read my notes thank you. I wasn’t advertising it.
Oh, well shit. I'd like that too. I just thought you must be exhausted. So how about you lay in my arms anyway and we just talk the whole time? Deal?
Well, she's miles ahead of Boris' girls, I'll tell you that. He brought them in the other day and they couldn't even say a word. Jibberish or not.
I figured I missed it tonight. Next week though - I'll make it happen. Can't let my boy down when he asked me so sweetly. Start thinking about what you want - I'm gonna do it proper and bring dinner to you.
You did leave them out for anyone strolling by to stop and peruse. Not exactly confidential. That, and what you were doing with that pen in your mouth? Practically public indecency.
But of course she's miles ahead! She started reading Dr. Seuss to me today - some of the words are harder, but she can read it. She's especially fond of the Grinch. Says he looks like you when you're playing monsters with her.
You could do it proper and bring me dinner tonight, too, you know. I fed Delia - that doesn't mean I had time to feed myself. You could even feed me yourself when you get home. Since I'm your sweet boy and all.
And it will help feed my oral fixation, clearly. Glad that chewing on a pen was what made you think - yes, that's him. Wife him up and give him a house and a baby. Can't say I'm mad about it.
Try Green Eggs and Ham, next. It was my favorite. Though I don't know how I feel about being comparable to the Grinch. What do you think - would you still do me if I was green?
Christ, yeah, of course, honey. What are you hungry for? I'll get anything you like. Especially if you let me feed it to you in my arms.
Well, maybe it was that first. It was your notes that won me over, actually, and then the conversation - you're the whole package, Tim. But I bet you already knew that.
Funny you say that. It's one of the ones she picked at the library today. Maybe you can read it to her when you get home. I told her you were on your way and she is very excited.
And just so you know - you could be any color and I'd still want to do you. You say I'm the whole package, but I don't hold a candle to you. You're everything I dreamed of and more, Mr. Hawkins Fuller.
So if you want to hold me and feed me, then I won't say no. Just grab something on the way - I know it's not fair to say I'm hungry for you, but I am. In any form. Delia's even starting to get a little sleepy, poor thing. Fever wearing her out.
Yeah, I'll give it a go before bed time. If she's tired after all, we might as well take advantage of it.
Mm, well that's music to my ears. Because I want to do you every time I see you. I don't think you know just how crazy you drive me - and how fucking stupid I was to nearly let you go. You know I'm not religious baby, but thank Christ something convinced you to take me back.
I do. Nothing fancy, but I hope takeout from Chiko's fits the bill. Everything else - well, I'll save room after dinner if Delia goes down. I'd gladly chance picking up your tickle, Mr. Laughlin. That's how much I need you.
She loves spending time with you. Maybe we can all curl up in the big arm chair and read until she falls asleep. Right now she's making a mess of her sweet potatoes, so it's only a matter of time.
Maybe I don't know how crazy I drive you, but I like not knowing. I like that when we wake up in the morning it's like those early days all over again. I don't know - I really do love you more than I know how to put into words. It wasn't religion that brought us back together, I hope you know that.
Also, that's Mr. Fuller, to you. Unless you really don't want me to have your name. Here I thought you'd need me more if I took your name. But I'll give you my tickle regardless. Chiko's sounds great, actually.
Ah, we've still gotta get through bath time then, don't we? Those sweet potatoes are a menace. I'll take care of it after dinner. Maybe it'll help if her nose is stuffed.
I love you, Skippy. I know I don't say it enough - but I do. I just hope you feel it every day from me, because that's what I try for more than words.
Always need you, sweetheart. Guess the novelty hasn't worn off - Mr. and Mr. Fuller. Surprised the hell out of me the first time I saw it flash across CNN, you know?
We'll get through bath time before you get home, don't worry.
And you say it plenty enough, actually. I feel it all the time and waking up to you is still one of my favorite things on this whole planet you know. Even more than milk. 😉 I love you. I know you love me. You don't need to worry about anything else.
I still like signing my name Mr. Timothy David Fuller. Not very Irish of me, but I like the way it looks. Thanks for letting me take your name, Mr. Fuller. It's a good name attached to a good man, who happens to be bringing me the best fried rice in all of DC so even if I hated the name I wouldn't say so right now. I might be starving.
Coming home to you is mine, even if it means I gotta miss you during the day. The other day - you know, when I came home and you were asleep on the couch with Delia - I don't think I've ever felt more whole in my life. It's you and me and our baby girl, we're an honest to god family. Who would have thought?
I love it. Love the way it sounds, too. But you don't have to thank me, honey - you're the one it looks good on. And I think you've got a heart of gold to go along with it, which is priceless.
Andrea's here tonight, the one with the curly hair? She says hi and asked how the baby's doing. She'll get it together for us quick.
She likes the way you do her braids best, anyway, so consider it a deal. She always complains when I do her hair.
But you're right - it's the three of us. A real family. I'm glad you let me back in. I'm glad you gave me the time to figure out, too, that you're everything I needed and wanted. You're my everything, I hope you know that, even if I don't see you as much as I'd like. (But I'd see you 24/7 if I had my way).
Say hi to Andrea for me. Tell her I'll bring the book I owe her next week sometime. We trade trashy romance novels.
I'll keep that in mind. In case I decide to retire early, anyway. Hawkins Fuller, expert hair stylist? I don't hate it.
I'm the lucky one - you took me back after I fucked up the best thing I ever had going. Trust me, I won't make that mistake twice. I'm not sure I can swing 24/7, but there's definitely some leeway. Starting tomorrow - I'll be home early. Hope you're ready for me.
...You trade the old wives club's version of porn with our takeout waitress? This is news to me.
And just in case you didn't know - there's no one else for me. No other heart, no other love - you're my home, Skippy. Always will be.
Do you have to talk about all that still? It's been years, Hawk. I married you. I took your name. I paid to have children with you. You don't have to worry about making mistakes or reassuring me. I hope you know that.
I love you too much to walk away this time, even if you tell me to. It's why I know I'll always be ready for you, whether you're home early or late.
I'd like to see more of you, sure. But I knew how this would be when we chose this path, you know? I know it won't be like this forever. I can wait. I'll wait as long as I have to for more time with you.
You're my one, true, great, all-encompassing love.
And yes, we're trading veritable porn right before your eyes and you had no idea. I'm too tired to read anything intelligent these days, anyway.
I know. But I'm still a lucky bastard for all of that - no ways around it. It's been years, yeah, but I hope you know I've tried every day to make it as good as it is for me.
I'm never gonna ask you to walk away. We've got a good thing going here, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Tomorrow, I can swing an early night. You just say the word, sweetheart, and I'll make it happen.
To think, I never would have known who I'm sleeping next to. Well, go on - what are they? Those bodice rippers with Fabio on the cover? I'm willing to bet they're a hell of a lot more intelligent than half the bills that come across my desk to notate for Embry these days.
Did you see the one on the docket from Senator Roebuck, by the way? Christ, next he'll tell us the sun is a hoax and we can't teach kids about the solar system. For crying out loud.
Hawk, honey. You don't have to try anymore. I'm yours. That you're mine at all is good for me. I'm married to Washington's finest in more ways than one, I can't really complain. I love being Mr. Timothy David Fuller, thank you very much.
Some of them have Fabio on the cover because they're funny. Trust me - I tried the gay romances. They're usually too cheesy or they're werewolves or something. I don't know - it's easy reading when I get bored but I'm tired.
Want me to read one to you one day? ;)
And yes, I did. He's a complete lunatic. God forbid we pretend like science exist and rational thought means anything. Please tell me you didn't have to vote for it.
And I'm married to the brightest in Washington with a heart of gold. I can't complain either. Timothy David Fuller - you're still that adorable boy I met in the book stacks. And then ruined, quite biblically. More than twice in one night, if I recall. I don't think I pay myself on the back enough for my good taste, even then.
And the straight ones aren't cheesy? I don't believe that for a second. You'll have to get two to compare. We'll have our own bed time story after we put Delia down for the night. Not tonight, but soon.
And I won't be blamed for my wandering hands, by the way. I don't know what these may or may not do for me.
Loaded question. I had to vote, but nothing said I had to in support of it. Which I didn't - by the way. Don't know whether to be relieved or sad only a dozen of my peers felt the same.
Are you saying the memory of our meeting is hazy to you? It was definitely a biblical experience for me in those book stacks. But you're right - you should give a nod to your good taste more often. I know I do.
But taste means nothing with these stupid books. The straight ones are just cookie cutter cheesy, but the gay ones are just trying so hard to be gay. We'll read one sometime - you'll regret it. But yes - another night. Soon. Wandering hands will be expected.
I never know what to think about the way the House and Senate vote anymore. I just hope the world is a little less divided by the time little Delia here is old enough to vote and make a place for herself. That's all I want.
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Think we can get away with strawberry Pedialyte in juice? Also get some tylenol flu. The adult kind.
Crunchy is the only acceptable peanut butter option in the Fuller household. You should know that by now. 🥰
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Shit, don't tell me my boy's coming down with it.
Of course I do. I got your precious cargo, don't worry Mr. Fuller.
[as if to prove it, he takes a discreet selfie, head ducked down over the cart with the largest jar possible in one hand, one eye winked shut and tongue sticking out to the side like he teases delia with at dinner time.
privately, he'll never get over the thrill of tim having taken his name and using it every chance he gets.]
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No, not the plain. Get the strawberry stuff and the grape juice. Trust me. She knows. She’s about as attentive to detail as you are.
It’s both endearing and annoying. Just like this weird tickle in the back of my throat. Maybe I am. I hope not.
But the selfie makes it go away. You know how to make a jar of peanut butter look sexy, Mr. Fuller. Careful, the stressed and thirsty mothers in the stores might get ideas if you keep that up.
You’d better feed it to me yourself later. It is your boy’s favorite after all.
Well. Assuming Delia sleeps.
If she doesn’t sleep I may have to just drown myself in the shit instead.
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I grabbed both. We can test our theories. Whoever wins…well, should be dealer’s choice I think. Assuming Delia sleeps - christ. And if not, we're both going out by peanut butter.
Trust me, I'm trying to get out of here as fast as possible. Forgot how awful the after-work rush is. Just another reason I'm grateful to my hot piece at home for always taking care of this shit. And dealing with all the thirsty mothers at school.
I just want you to lay back and try and take it easy - when I get home, Daddy's gonna have everything handled.
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And you try taking a toddler to the grocery with you. Last time Delia almost pulled down a whole row of oreos trying to grab them. Careful you don’t go to the checkout at the end - Susan is the bag checker. She’ll talk to you for hours.
But trust me you may think I’m some hot piece but they don’t. They’re always floored when I tell them I’m a stay at home dad. How honorable it is to let my wife have her career.
You hear that, darling wife?
No laying back and waiting for Daddy. As much as I’d like to be laying somewhere else and ready for you, miss thing here has discovered she can scream and cry together.
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What kind of wife would I be? Christ, don't take this the wrong way - but that Dries Van Noten sweater I saw you wearing the other day doesn't exactly scream straight trophy husband. Then again I bought you that.
But I know it just means they're hoping to have an affair with you down the road. Too bad they don't know I throw a mean right hook - wife or not.
Fuck, almost walked right into that one with Susan, though. You really are my guardian angel, Skip.
Mark it on the calendar though, because for once - I didn't mean it like that. Wish we could, but tonight I have a feeling we're going to have to make a sacrifice.
Sometimes parenthood feels more urgent than war with Carpathia - how the hell does that work?
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Besides, what kind of trophy husband would I be if I even acted like I was getting sick? I'll even wear the sweater for you when you're home to prove it. You forget that the whole office thought I was straight until they found out I wasn't.
I know we can't tonight, but I miss you. Us. Consider not working so late next week, alright? Else it will be more urgent than war with Carpathia. With little Delia here the stakes are higher, so I'd fight this war any day.
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Well, I guess not everyone met you bent over reading notes on Harvey Milk, so I should cut you some slack. But I would have clocked it if we'd met at the gala too.
Please. Trophy husbands are supposed to lay around getting spoiled. I should be at your beck and call.
I miss you too, honey. Not just with the groceries and the work - but you're right. It's getting very urgent. Might even be breaking a few humanitarian laws if I don't get home by dinner, and if she doesn't stay up through the day.
So I promise I'll make it happen.
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She’s a toddler so she’s not exactly the most intelligent conversationalist. But to her credit she tries very, very hard. Lots of sound.
I’m sorry to tell you dinner happened half an hour ago. Delia has a tummy timer and it’s pretty consistent. I’ll whip something up for you before you get home. I promise it won’t be sweet potatoes and chicken.
Try to get off a little earlier next week if you can? I’ll understand if it doesn’t work out - that’s how it is. I know you’re busy. But it would be nice.
And it was you who read my notes thank you. I wasn’t advertising it.
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Well, she's miles ahead of Boris' girls, I'll tell you that. He brought them in the other day and they couldn't even say a word. Jibberish or not.
I figured I missed it tonight. Next week though - I'll make it happen. Can't let my boy down when he asked me so sweetly. Start thinking about what you want - I'm gonna do it proper and bring dinner to you.
You did leave them out for anyone strolling by to stop and peruse. Not exactly confidential. That, and what you were doing with that pen in your mouth? Practically public indecency.
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But of course she's miles ahead! She started reading Dr. Seuss to me today - some of the words are harder, but she can read it. She's especially fond of the Grinch. Says he looks like you when you're playing monsters with her.
You could do it proper and bring me dinner tonight, too, you know. I fed Delia - that doesn't mean I had time to feed myself. You could even feed me yourself when you get home. Since I'm your sweet boy and all.
And it will help feed my oral fixation, clearly. Glad that chewing on a pen was what made you think - yes, that's him. Wife him up and give him a house and a baby. Can't say I'm mad about it.
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Christ, yeah, of course, honey. What are you hungry for? I'll get anything you like. Especially if you let me feed it to you in my arms.
Well, maybe it was that first. It was your notes that won me over, actually, and then the conversation - you're the whole package, Tim. But I bet you already knew that.
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And just so you know - you could be any color and I'd still want to do you. You say I'm the whole package, but I don't hold a candle to you. You're everything I dreamed of and more, Mr. Hawkins Fuller.
So if you want to hold me and feed me, then I won't say no. Just grab something on the way - I know it's not fair to say I'm hungry for you, but I am. In any form. Delia's even starting to get a little sleepy, poor thing. Fever wearing her out.
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Mm, well that's music to my ears. Because I want to do you every time I see you. I don't think you know just how crazy you drive me - and how fucking stupid I was to nearly let you go. You know I'm not religious baby, but thank Christ something convinced you to take me back.
I do. Nothing fancy, but I hope takeout from Chiko's fits the bill. Everything else - well, I'll save room after dinner if Delia goes down. I'd gladly chance picking up your tickle, Mr. Laughlin. That's how much I need you.
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Maybe I don't know how crazy I drive you, but I like not knowing. I like that when we wake up in the morning it's like those early days all over again. I don't know - I really do love you more than I know how to put into words. It wasn't religion that brought us back together, I hope you know that.
Also, that's Mr. Fuller, to you. Unless you really don't want me to have your name. Here I thought you'd need me more if I took your name. But I'll give you my tickle regardless. Chiko's sounds great, actually.
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I love you, Skippy. I know I don't say it enough - but I do. I just hope you feel it every day from me, because that's what I try for more than words.
Always need you, sweetheart. Guess the novelty hasn't worn off - Mr. and Mr. Fuller. Surprised the hell out of me the first time I saw it flash across CNN, you know?
Got your favorite. Wait's only twenty minutes.
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And you say it plenty enough, actually. I feel it all the time and waking up to you is still one of my favorite things on this whole planet you know. Even more than milk. 😉 I love you. I know you love me. You don't need to worry about anything else.
I still like signing my name Mr. Timothy David Fuller. Not very Irish of me, but I like the way it looks. Thanks for letting me take your name, Mr. Fuller. It's a good name attached to a good man, who happens to be bringing me the best fried rice in all of DC so even if I hated the name I wouldn't say so right now. I might be starving.
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Coming home to you is mine, even if it means I gotta miss you during the day. The other day - you know, when I came home and you were asleep on the couch with Delia - I don't think I've ever felt more whole in my life. It's you and me and our baby girl, we're an honest to god family. Who would have thought?
I love it. Love the way it sounds, too. But you don't have to thank me, honey - you're the one it looks good on. And I think you've got a heart of gold to go along with it, which is priceless.
Andrea's here tonight, the one with the curly hair? She says hi and asked how the baby's doing. She'll get it together for us quick.
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But you're right - it's the three of us. A real family. I'm glad you let me back in. I'm glad you gave me the time to figure out, too, that you're everything I needed and wanted. You're my everything, I hope you know that, even if I don't see you as much as I'd like. (But I'd see you 24/7 if I had my way).
Say hi to Andrea for me. Tell her I'll bring the book I owe her next week sometime. We trade trashy romance novels.
Do you work late tomorrow? Important business?
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I'm the lucky one - you took me back after I fucked up the best thing I ever had going. Trust me, I won't make that mistake twice. I'm not sure I can swing 24/7, but there's definitely some leeway. Starting tomorrow - I'll be home early. Hope you're ready for me.
...You trade the old wives club's version of porn with our takeout waitress? This is news to me.
And just in case you didn't know - there's no one else for me. No other heart, no other love - you're my home, Skippy. Always will be.
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I love you too much to walk away this time, even if you tell me to. It's why I know I'll always be ready for you, whether you're home early or late.
I'd like to see more of you, sure. But I knew how this would be when we chose this path, you know? I know it won't be like this forever. I can wait. I'll wait as long as I have to for more time with you.
You're my one, true, great, all-encompassing love.
And yes, we're trading veritable porn right before your eyes and you had no idea. I'm too tired to read anything intelligent these days, anyway.
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I'm never gonna ask you to walk away. We've got a good thing going here, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Tomorrow, I can swing an early night. You just say the word, sweetheart, and I'll make it happen.
To think, I never would have known who I'm sleeping next to. Well, go on - what are they? Those bodice rippers with Fabio on the cover? I'm willing to bet they're a hell of a lot more intelligent than half the bills that come across my desk to notate for Embry these days.
Did you see the one on the docket from Senator Roebuck, by the way? Christ, next he'll tell us the sun is a hoax and we can't teach kids about the solar system. For crying out loud.
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Some of them have Fabio on the cover because they're funny. Trust me - I tried the gay romances. They're usually too cheesy or they're werewolves or something. I don't know - it's easy reading when I get bored but I'm tired.
Want me to read one to you one day? ;)
And yes, I did. He's a complete lunatic. God forbid we pretend like science exist and rational thought means anything. Please tell me you didn't have to vote for it.
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And the straight ones aren't cheesy? I don't believe that for a second. You'll have to get two to compare. We'll have our own bed time story after we put Delia down for the night. Not tonight, but soon.
And I won't be blamed for my wandering hands, by the way. I don't know what these may or may not do for me.
Loaded question. I had to vote, but nothing said I had to in support of it. Which I didn't - by the way. Don't know whether to be relieved or sad only a dozen of my peers felt the same.
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But taste means nothing with these stupid books. The straight ones are just cookie cutter cheesy, but the gay ones are just trying so hard to be gay. We'll read one sometime - you'll regret it. But yes - another night. Soon. Wandering hands will be expected.
I never know what to think about the way the House and Senate vote anymore. I just hope the world is a little less divided by the time little Delia here is old enough to vote and make a place for herself. That's all I want.
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