New boyfriend, Hurray--tell him absolutely no meanness, now, you got sisters with swords!! And we are a protective lot, if not particularly moral.
Yes, I'm still amusing myself with reading stories to myself for the long hours in the car between Austin and home. And lord knows, traffic or Caribbean, I know where I wanna be. I'm running Spanish hours--go to bed around 6-9 a.m. and then up again at the crack of 4:30 or 5 p.m. I am being particularly indulgent in that regard, computer just goes so much faster late at night and it never cares what time I decide to log on, get down whatever. Spent the better part of a week learning Torchwood, episodes, intrigues, and watching all the episodes. I think John Barrowman is the cutest cutie pie on the planet--would adopt him if he didn't already have perfectly serviceable parents--he just has this cute little grin that makes me want to pinch his cheeks--in a nice matronly way, mind--I swear it's this ridiculous white undershirt he wears underneath his world war II RAF outfit--it's all cover up when you know he's just wicked.
And he's happy and smiling and Gwen is tuff as nails--she coldcocks him punches him so hard, my jaw hurt!! Rule in TX is you don't generally punch someone who is holding a gun on you--evidently in Wales, they do things differently. And I'm in love with the name Ianto (yan-toe). He's not our Captain Jack, but he is definitely a Captain Jack--I swear to you, if I suddenly by miracle had a son, his name would be Captain Jack!! (living in the south, I can't tell you how many King Solomens and King Davids I've met). I must admit I'm now aware that I am a bit more square than I initally thought. Torchwood is cool--I love sci fi.
Have a ball with the fine one--I have to think he's rather bright if he had enough sense to choose my piratista sister. Please remember mooning about kills conversation. Talk about everything and then spoon...practise what I preach, eh?