As long as I can still remain contact with you elsewhere, mister. Don't want to lose out on your brilliance.
(and by brilliance, I mean pictures of yummy food that I wish you were making me )
No, but really.
Seriously.
I mean it.
Yes. I do.
I love you, and I'd miss you if you disappeared from my life completely. Some day, some glorious day, I'm going to come to Bean town, or you're going to come here, and we're going to cook up an epic dinner, have some amazing wine, and talk about the world.... and Pinkie will be there too.
Email me, you big creep! Your number is not in my phone anymore! (I recently got baby-wipe juice all over it at the fair and A LOT of shit went screwy with it. That's why you've been sans-ashrynn texts.)