Gage.
You have to say it real slow, like in Practical Magic when Nicole Kidman's character Jilly is describing her new boyfriend to Sandra Bullock's Sally. Jimmy. Jimmy Annnnnnngelov.
Only Gage is no vampire cowboy, and yes, this is a fine time to point out there don't seem to be any Steves, Bills or Eds in my collective.
Hello no. We are children of the seventies, and our parents were determined to be different. It could be worse, I went to school with a lot of flowers, but instead my gypsy parents rebelled and named me after a French movie star and an Irish Saint (equally says mom), (hell no, it was the french starlet only, says dad).
Gage is Schuyler's brother (okay half-brother but good enough for me).
It all makes sense now, doesn't it?
Gage is here and I don't seem to have space for him, which is um, a new issue. Updates to follow as I think of something.
Update as promised: Gage gets the CAMPER. What a lucky duck. I would live in the camper but then everyone would complain and accuse me of living in the past blahblahblah. Snort. We actually had decided on him staying on the futon in Daniel and Schuy's living room but then Gage asked why there was a perfectly good house in the driveway and Lochlan said it was his to enjoy if he wanted it. Everyone is settled at last, just in time for sunset.
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Yesterday while driving to get Thai food, we passed a cupcake shop. One of many we have seen and tried, which led to an interesting discussion on just how viable all of these cupcake shops are, considering we had no interest in returning to any of them, honestly. We're used to very good full-on cake or very bad cake sometimes too. Trendy designer cupcakes are interesting but the storebought (or boutique-bought ones, as it were) are generally too rich for my blood sugar and my wallet, sadly. They aren't worth the toothache for the price, in other words and in pointing out my curiosity at how they stay in business, Ben pointed out that someone is always having a birthday.
But what if they aren't?
What do you mean? It's always somebody's birthday.
But what if it isn't? What if there was one day that no one was ever born on?
There's multiple babies born every minute, Bridget.
Imagine though! The day no one was born. The darkest day that no one celebrates.
What would you do, then?
I would buy cupcakes just because and we would celebrate Happy Nobirthdays.
That's very emo of you, sweetheart.
Maybe they could make black cupcakes with black icing!
Gothcakes?
YES. Maybe with tiny white-icing filigree. Something really pretty. Because no one deserves it. And still the day needs something. Something to mark it as different.
Uh-huh.
You're just so stunned at my idea, you don't even know what to say, right?
Yeah, that's exactly right.
