Ti Amo, William

*runs around in circles* *tosses confetti* *tosses silver stars* *giggles insanely*

My sissy will be here soooooooon! Yay! *tosses more confetti & silver stars*

Tis going to be great funs! I can’t wait! Dinosaurs, tattoos, island & forts (possibly lighthouse & mill), Harry Potter marathon (10 hours!), Order of the Phoenix! And all other things of possibility! *grins*

Now…On to the title. *le sigh* I really think I do…
And so some of you don’t get confused, that’s Italian. Translates: I love you, William. William John Paul Arno. Yes, check the last name there…*grins* The boy is half Italian. And sweet…And caring…And…*sigh* He remembers things…Things I wouldn’t of thought he would…But he does. [I’m pretty sure he got the reference I made before we left Applebee’s when I drew place settings on a napkin ring, and set the salt & pepper shaker at them, as if they were dinning. To explain: Our first date (ages, and ages ago) we went to McDonalds…When we left, we left a salt shaker and a french fry having a picnic on a napkin. Upon doing what I did at Applebee’s, I said I couldn’t help myself, and he said he was glad I couldn’t.]

Anyway…*giggles* Sorry…But anyone who can take a statement as being compared to, or called Peter Pettigrew, and not take it as a bad thing. *laughs* Yeah…I’m sure that needs a bit of an explanation as well. Okay…We were standing up, and he started rubbing my shoulders, making some remark about them always been so tense. I said I didn’t have a masseuse…So he lifted me up, and carried me across the trailer to the couch and had me sit down. He sat down behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, and back, and neck, trying to work all the knots out. I couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped, and he inquired as to what…I said roleplay thought…Then proceeded to tell him that Peter is Raven’s masseuse. Then he proceeded to ask me if I had just called him Peter. *laughs* But like I said, he took it really well. [Raya once referred to him as My Peter & Neville rolled up in one. *grins*]

Anyway…Mum’s car goes in to get fixed today, as it’s well on it’s way to being Thursday. Hopefully that will be the last thing it needs for a while.
I’m still no closer to having my Jeep back. Which bloody well sucks…I so wanted it for when Raya was here. *pouts*

Well…I suppose that is the end of the thing known as an entry…
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