Spoiler Alert: Happy Ending Ahead

I recently found myself trying to explain what love feels like to The Mist One, which is kind of like trying to describe an orgasm to a nun. A totally hot nun who likes to drink a lot and torment people, of course.

But given that neither Mist nor I have much experience with the subject, I settled on, "I am deliriously, pee-pants happy." Full, content, comfortable and grounded all come to mind, too, but I've had a few more days to think about it.

Now, I am willing to concede that a significant amount of my giddiness stems from meeting Lee Baby, who is every bit as lovely in person as your fantasies have conjured her to be. So darling. And fun. And spunky. And darling. I already said that, but it bears repeating.

Oh, speaking of—or no, not really—Justino had his sculpture exhibit this weekend, and my heart sang to see him and my lovely Adelka Ann. Megan Jane and Jason celebrated, too, and Matty was also there in full force. And there were dogs. A lot of dogs.

So, yes, time with Lee Baby and my awesomest good friends would have made a Perfect 10 weekend skyrocket to a Perfect 100. But, throw in the love (and lovin') of a good man, and we hit the near 1,000,000 mark.

Some of you (in fact, those of you who can read) know the back story and thus may be surprised to learn that The Boy is Back in Town. Suffice to say that A.J. has a solid heart but needed some time to figure out his path.

Very uncharacteristic of me, I waited. And waited. Did some grocery shopping and waited some more. Then, he came riding in on, well, not so much a white horse but a sensible luxury sedan. Works for me.

Now, I find myself smack dab in the middle of love. It's kind of like walking into a big, ole sponge cake: soft and warm and sweet and airy. And a little bit sticky sometimes.

I am happy, my pretties. I found me a good one, and everyone else can see it, too. Everyone adores him—not just me. The only thing better than finding someone you love is finding someone whom everyone else loves, too.

I'm not scared. I'm not freaking out. I'm not trying to sabotage this. I am celebrating and inspired and comfortable and hopeful.



My gah, I'm making myself vomit.

In the Comments section, tell me who or what you love.