... A Man's Plans Are Meant To

A Woman With Romance In Her Life Lived As Grandly As A Queen, Because Her Heart Was Treasured.

What Other Thing, Eve?" "i Love You. Sometimes It Makes My Stomach Hurt, But I Kind Of Like It. Tired Now, Come To Bed. Love You.

Three Weeks Hadn't Changed Cop Central. The Coffee Was Still Poisonous, The Noise Abominable, And The View Out Of Her Stingy Window Was Still Miserable. She Was Thrilled To Be Back.

His Mind’s Always On Something Else. He’d Live In A Ratty Cardigan, And He’s Always Worrying Holes In The Pockets Of His Pants. He Can Never Seem To Find His Wallet Or Anything In The Refrigerator. And Just When You Think He’s Not Paying Any Attention To What You’re Saying Or Doing, He Comes Up With Exactly The Right Answer Or Solution.”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death"“people""who Expect Perfection In A Mate Miss A Lot Of Fun—and Sweetness.", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

There I Go Being Critical Again. Does A Man Have To Stand On One Foot And Juggle For Me To Consider Him Entertaining? What Am I Looking For? A Knight?...no, Knights Are All Polished And Shiny. I Think My Taste Runs To Something With A Bit Of Tarnish And Maybe A Few Scratches. Someone Who Can Make Me Laugh And Cry And Make Me Angry And Make My Knees Tremble When He Touches Me.