mlerules

Another PHEW! moment. Spending time 'round incredibly cute young'uns and various mostly on-line flutterings and mutterings about trying to concieve and learning that somebody I was somewhat interested in wants kids have only sent me into a very quicky tizzy 'bout not having 'em. This door's shut, although thought breezes keep nudging it ajar and letting a very l'il bit of obsolete hope stick its nose through the crack. Best wishes to all & sundry along the conception lines! My biological clock's olde enough it's not got batteries but springs...and they're pretty much worn out...and that's just fine. I'll enjoy vicariously (and in person now & again, too).

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Meanwhile, this set of images is one that's been nibbling at my soul of late: I've been toying w/Pandora's Box...slowing turning it upside down, giving it a quick shake then pressing my ear to it...I hear things moving about, scuttering, trying to be quiet, now and again very soft maniacal giggling then a shush sometimes with a slap and then silence...for a little while. I WANT TO TEAR THE HINGES OFF THE SUCKER, DIP IN WITH BOTH HANDS (PERHAPS MY FACE) AND SCATTER THE CONTENTS TO THE WIND. Is this bad? Is bad good? Sometimes I get confused... ;-)

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EDIT: This may well be some of the freaking wierdness I'm experiencing about my upcoming natalday. NEVER been bugged before by a b-day. Now: flirting ugh-factor. Came up w/yet another option in the wee hours...