To Those in the Know

[suave_thomas]

LONDON! Oh, how I missed your frosty chill. And look this shit still makes me laugh. If you want to see a funny face, call Peter Peepee.




At dinner with Spectre. He was showing me off to people. Note how classy I am, and how very clearly he cannot bring me anywhere without me acting like a gigantic knob. *elbows and wiggles eyebrows* I was being Wolverine, btw. Because I'm awesome. Just be thankful I wasn't being Optimus Prime, because it would have, somehow, involved that jug being on my person.


We're tight, he and I. Did I get pictures of my son with him? No. Because Mickey scared the PISS out of James. Mummies and creepy skeletons he can handle. Giant mice? Hell no. I was halfway through posing for a second photo when the poor boy started screaming that Mickey was trying to lure me into a false sense of security so he could kill me and eat my young. Where does he get these things? Deirdre, I'm looking at you...

Being with my husband while he was overseas was amazing. I got to run errands (yes, this excites me, I'm dead I have to find excitement in something) and I got to welcome him home every night. If he was tired I took care of him. He didn't have to miss me or the kids. I love being a tour husband! I hope I get to do it again sometime. I just...really kills me (lol :| ) that I might not get that chance. Pampering husband=love. So does knowing he doesn't have to go to sleep at night without me. I pretty much love it.

You know what else is love? Seeing Flynn at Disneyland. But I'll let him tell his own tale. Seeing him happy, though? And Quinn's surprise "Hi, I'm in California for one day just to go to Disneyland with you" visit was pretty damned incredible too. The trip was just...full of love. And I'm so blessed.

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[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

And the place the jug ended up wouldn't have been kosher, necessarily... I'm kidding, I probably wouldn't put a jug on my cock in public... And I'm glad I made you laugh! I was like "Uncomfortable. What to do. WOLVERINE FINGERS, TA DA!" I really am five years old.

He was delightful! He gave me a pat on the bum!

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

That being said, you were in a room full of musicians, a great many of them Metal, so non-kosher things were bound to happen. Not necessarily at Dream Theater's table, but still... Wolverine works, though! As you demonstrated!

Haha, oh dear. Well, I'm glad he's out...

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

Wolvie's hot, baby. The look on my face, not so much, necessarily. We could play Wolverine! I could pretend to be broody! Broody brood brood. Brroooooooddddd! Brood?

Good for the mouse!

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! Hey, you know most people look for sense of humour in a partner. I got that in spades, and the hotness too! Best of all worlds.

We can totally make our own Cyclops / Wolverine slash.

What's good for da mouse is good for da house. Mon.

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

Baby, I got the best of all worlds too. Because I can act like a knob and you still love me.

Hooray!

Ya! (If you come in here now, I will demonstrate my hilarious Jamaican accent...)

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Thomas, my darling, you could act like the whole door and I'd still adore every moment of it.

I am so there.

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

You say the best things!

Oh hai! :D I see you!