Best...visit...ever!

sinsofthedove's visit was nigh perfect; I couldn't have planned a better one. Okay, yes, I might not have set the oven on fire. Yes, she might not have broken the futon. Yes, we might not have woken this morning to cat vomit on the rocking chair. Yes, her departure train might not have been an hour and a half late, so we wouldn't've spent too much time sitting in the station looking at alarming and expensive art painted by children. (The eyes! The horse's eyes!) But it was a splendid and lovely time, and I have been grinning for about 24 hours straight.

We ate homemade artichoke-bacon-feta pizza and impeccably crafted chocolate mousse tortes from Mrs. London's, which came in a box tied with a pink bow. We went to the Store of Too Many Hats, where Fin was aghast at the price tags but tried on many hats anyway, on both her head and my own. We visited the Store of a Zillion Hot Sauces, where they have hot sauces so potent you need to sign a waiver before they'll let you sample them (1.5 million Scoville units!). We were entertained by cat-antics and Shadow of the Vampire and Bulwer-Lytton contest entries. We talked about a zillion things and stayed up way too late. We achieved equilibrium. She wore polka-dotted pajama pants.

Mostly, she came to see me. I feel well-loved. Is nifty.

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