It is so good to be home. It's very comforting to be here. The lights are beautiful, and the fresh snow is making everything look so romantic. I did shopping yesterday, early before the storm hit. Popped into ON to check on my schedule (because SURPRISE ! Allison never told Ed I was coming home. Thanks) and made Ian all nervous. He got off work ( Read more... )

I can't believe this is happening.

"My hands were shaking when I asked to fbook you.
I am amazed I even managed to fold that sweater"

Regarding work at Sears:

Me: "hands shake talking to me then, too?"

Him: "Not as badly, but I did make it a point to make the trash runs if I knew you were working."

Oh Sears, I knew you were good for something after all.

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As much as I love being here at BU, I cannot wait to get home for Thanksgiving. Coyle won't really pop up on my radar, I don't think. I feel like that's just a poor idea, with drama that just isn't necessary. I worry that "my name's been sullied in the village," as Goody Proctor would say. Regardless, I'm itching to give things a fresh start at ( Read more... )