Daily Archives: September 13, 2012

Buttered pecan and Guy: a great combination

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“Is it my day yet?”

She looks up from her laptop. “Darling, you can tell time now that you are SND. What do you think?”

A furrowed brow. “Hmmmm. Judging by that clock by the bed–it is not.”

“That’s right. We have several hours to go.”  She gives him a sidelong glance, a smile playing about her lips. “Of course, there is the possibility that I shall post a little early.”

A pair of kohl-rimmed blue eyes brighten as he tilts his dark head to one side. “Really?”

She shakes her blonde head and expels a soft sigh. “It’s not as if I haven’t done it before, you big lug.”

A smirk and a raised brow. “Chiding me affectionately again, are you, my lady?”

A shrug of her shoulders. “I have to tease you, Sir Guy. You are so–teasable, dearest dark knight. Friends do tease one another, after all.”

It is Sir Guy who sighs this time, rubbing the bridge of his aquiline nose. “I suppose I am still getting used to having–friends. People who like–me and aren’t just–using me for their own ends.” His voice is a bit gruff.

“Oh, Guy.” Ladywriter says softly and reaches out her hand to him. Clasping his broad hand in her smaller one, she presses a kiss to the back of it. “You have ever so many friends who adore you now, including a certain SND cat.” She frowned a little and glanced around the room. “Speaking of–”
Sir Guy drawls: “Oh, Puddie is catching up on her beauty sleep. I told her she was quite beautiful enough but she insisted.” He returns the favor and presses his lips (always so very soft) to LW’s hand for a kiss.

Ladywriter smiles, “Ever the diva, our Puddie.” She turns back to her computer. “I need to finish this up. Don’t suppose you’d be interested in bringing me a bowl of buttered pecan ice cream?” Ladywriter queries n a casual tone, keeping her eyes on the computer screen.

“Blue Bell?”

“Uhmmmm-hmmmm.” She cuts him another quick glance. “Get yourself a bowl whilst you are at it, of course. It’s quite delicious.”

“I’ll be back in–what is it you say?–a jiffy!” For such a large man he really can move amazingly fast.  Such is the enduring allure of Blue Bell ice cream . . . and of the quite yummy SND knight who craves it.

Ladywriter is feeling as if she might fall asleep earlier tonight, although it may just be wishful thinking. She is certainly yawning very enthusiastically.  Wherever you are, whatever time of day or day it may be, Happy Guyday Friday, my dears.

A bit more of lovely Lucas

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Here’s more of our favorite spy from MI-5.  I’m battling a headache/jawache thing so I am going to take a break for a while for supper and some pain meds.  Rest assured Sir Guy will make an appearance later to officially kick off Guyday Friday. As if I could hold him back!

 

 

 

More of that stunning spy

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Lucas is beautiful in all his looks for me–lean, haunted Lucas fresh from prison; a Lucas whose diet has improved allowing him to fill out to more Guy-like proportions, and Lucas by way of Porter, complete with the even more bodacious biceps and bulging thighs, very sexy indeed.

There is, however, an undeniably ethereal quality to his face in S7; a countenance stripped of any cushion of fat, the elegant bones more accentuated, the eyes seeming to fill even more of his chiseled face.  With the lighting on the set, Lucas takes on a positively fey look that is quite unforgettable.

Bittersweet

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It’s almost Friday, which means Guyday here–and I have some goodies set aside for all of you Guy lovers to enjoy tomorrow.  He’s already extending an invitation to you all:

It’s been kind of an odd week here chez fedoralady. Weather-wise, it’s been glorious–highs in the low 80s with clear skies and relatively low humidity, dropping off into the low 60s, even into the 50s, at night; balmy weather allowing us to take a break from running the A/C.  It’s warming back up–as I have said, summer can arrive early and stick around late here in LA–but I’ve enjoyed this taste of autumn with nights cool enough to snuggle beneath the covers.

However,  as expected, it’s been taking a toll on my sinuses/allergies. I have woken up  completely stopped up on one side of my head, off and on coughing and sneezing, and weepy, itchy, gloopy eyes.  Remember I said I had a love/hate relationship with the seasonal changes in spring and fall? This is why.  So I am a bit more tired than usual this week and energy is always a precious commodity for me.

This week also marked the 1,000th post on my blog. I have appreciated all the lovely, sweet, funny comments left at that post so very much. I think they came at a time I really needed them. A few days ago I had the one-year anniversary of losing my job. I just had to file a claim for a new benefit year with the unemployment office. I don’t know what the future holds for me in terms of employment. In twelve days I will turn another year older.

Let’s say I have bittersweet feelings right now.

Poor Benny had an awful dream night before last “and the worst night’s sleep I have had in a while.” He dreamed we were living in a different house and had a bunch of calico kittens. Only they kept falling through a hole in the floor of this house and rattlesnakes were killing the kitties. He was trying desperately to save them but to no avail.  My husband is a strong man who’s not afraid to be gentle and I could tell this hurt his heart.

Of course, we have a good idea why he had such a dream–we’ve had all these rattlers this summer, we have lost two of our  four cats in a span of six months, and we are a bit anxious about the health of our remaining cats, one of whom is our beloved calico Callie.  We were talking about a small donation we’d made to help combat feline cancer, which took the life of his brother’s own lovely Callie Cat–and we both ended up with tears in our eyes.  And then we laughed through our tears, because we are a pair of sentimental saps, and we love each other for it.

He’s such a good, good man.  I am quite fond of good men with humor and heart and intelligence and a naughty side.

Both of these men have an amazing capacity to cheer me up when I am down and make me laugh when no one and nothing else can. I am very blessed, whatever the future may hold.