I’m going to pick up Master at the airport tomorrow cuz he’s visiting!

That calls for an Oh-Em-Gee!  (In related news, if I don’t wet myself from all the wiggling and twitching I’ve been doing the past couple days, it’ll be a goddamn miracle.)

I’ve spent the day baking and packing and generally being flustered. Oh, and smushing my face into a shirt of his.  You see, Master smells like awesome.  And while I have a ridiculously acute sense of smell in general, I take it to a whole new level with him.  I love, love, love his scent.  And I can smell him on anything he touches.  No one else can smell him on things, and I can’t smell anyone else on things.  But if he holds Tupperware, I can smell him on it.  His cell phone is saturated in him-ness.  And sometimes, while we’re apart, I beg him to wear shirts and then send them to me.  Mmmmmmm.  He smells SO effing good.  And it’s not a cologne or anything, it’s HIM. And… Wow, that was tangential.

ANYWAY.  Point is, I’m off for a bit.  I’ve got to return him to the airport Tuesday evening, the 31st.  And I HATE April Fool’s day with a passion, so I will probably be hiding in a closet all day Wednesday.  But I’ll see you guys in about a week.  Talk amongst yourselves.