deep_red_bells | *insert an obscene amount of squealing, jumping up and down and dancing around the room*

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! My book my book my book my BOOK!!!!

I'll probably take it more stoically. I'm not much of a pouter.

Hm. I guess you could glower unhappily, then.

Well, I could pout. I just look rediculous. See?

No you don't! You're adorable!

You think so?

Absolutely!!

Hmm. I must remember that I have this adorableness weapon in my arsenal.

You really, really should. Take it from me, it's a very effective weapon in the right situation.

Of course, the few time's I've tried it against Sandra, the only response was "Noah, quit bein' silly and do what I told ya."

Oh, snap, she's immune!

I'm doomed.

Utterly doomed. Stick a lily on your grave, my friend, you're done.

Will you do my eulogy, dearest Bee?

Absolutely. Something very moving and eloquent.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Keep your eyes on the dog at my funeral. See if he looks happy.

Sandra's little pom? Oh dear, is there no love lost there?

I just joke that Sandra loves him more than me. It's nothing serious.

I think most pet owners come across that way. Especially those that get the tinier breeds.

I think the fact that she skipped our anniversary one year to take him to a dogshow doesn't do much to disabuse me of that opinion.

...Wow.

It was a very important show, and he did win Best in Breed.

That's good, but I can see where the 'you love him more than me!' outlook comes from. Wow.

It was just one year out of nineteen. I can handle it.

It's forgivable. Must compromise, after all.

Exactly. And we did celebrate the next weekend.

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