peg22 | Because it's Here . . .

So I've had this little journal for a while and never really used it as a journal. And peeps like moonie write such great blogs about fish and spring and swollen hands and I cannot for the life of me finish my damn "first ever in the whole wide world House/Starsky Hutch Crossover" and I don't have a good emoticon and I am now working in a real grown-up job (which, much to my dismay, does not necessarily come with the big grown-up salary) and my monitor at home broke and so I now have one from 1997 that is so big that me and my keyboard have no room on the desk and my back revolted and decided that it felt much better lying down plus I needed real live Vicodin research to truly channel Dr.McGrumpy and so I had to miss many days of said grown-up job (which, apparently, doesn't go over so well with the other grown-ups) and it WAS spring and now it's not and my tulips are howling from frostbite and my lavendar lies listless on the lip of the ledge (snerk - alliterate much?) and yet love reigns supreme and I'm headed to another country to meet a certain someone in a 4 star hotel for room service and spa treatments and even though I have no idea how the whole thing is going to turn out, and to steal the words of the wordiest wordsmith of the Victorian word . . . "I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man."

And I wanna write sappy SH drabbles all about love and romance and finally figuring out that what you want is right beside you and good things come to those who wait, but I abhor cliche and yet I seem to be a big ol walking Hallmark card of late and this will never do if I want to ever write a House fic again cuz Hallmark and House do not EVER go together, unless he's drunk and in bed with Wilson, but that's a whole other story and so I am left with a single question:

What does one get for someone for a less than 6 month anniversary?