Your comments to “Something Lovey-Dovey and Wicked this Way Comes” are filling my bridal heart with red love, which I’ve been birthing into the world in the shape of beaming cackles. There is glorious bliss in knowing that my Wicked Darlings know me…
…for only someone who truly pays attention to me—and has taken the time to know me well—can successfully adorn one of my wedding posts with comments that include a Chupacabra pelt, bloody things and bits of mythical madness.
…only someone who gets the wild Magalyness that feeds my flesh and bones will notice (and care to point out!) that, for our wedding, my Piano Man will wear a shirt favored by Dexter—hottest and most heroic of fictional serial murderers.
…only the most peculiarly eagle-eyed and kindhearted of wordsmithing friend will remember to wish me the glory of having time to write every story plotted in my witchy writer’s head, and the honor of being “the death of everyone living it.”
…and only the gentlest of twisted Mistresses of Soul Scrying will bless a Wicked Witch and a Piano Man, in love and in lust, with this kind of pre-getting-wedded wisdom:
Blood red and old lace:
Means fun in bed.
Yep, life is good… even better because I know I’m surrounded by people who get me. And if you don’t get this kind of joy, it’s all right, too. Just imagine how horrid our world would be if we were copies of each other and got the same things in the same way.
By the way, my Wicked Darling Luvs, I’m writing this post to let you know that it will be a while before I reply to the comments you’ve added (and are encouraged to continue adding) to “Something Lovey-Dovey and Wicked this Way Comes.” Wanna know why? Well, because my responses will take the shape of a story, which will include—somehow—every one of your comments; a tale I plan to share some time after the wedding. You excite my Muse, and she wants to tell the tale of her happiness with you in it! ♥♥♥