Stooooopid

See? I'm not even above quoting Loverboy.

I'm crazy-stupid-doofussy in love with the boyfriend, a fact that becomes almost obstructive to day-to-day functioning as Saturday approaches, when I head to Tucson to spend nearly a week there with the Boy. He and I head back to the City together after that, and he's here until January 4.

There's an amalgam of Partridge Family, Carpenters and other schlocky stuff swimming around in my head because of Sam, and there's no stopping it. Nor would I want to.

Stooopid and goooofy. It's Love.