In a word? Twitterpated

So, I've been trying to come up with a few typical Fun Pants style posts all day. But no matter how much I tried to write a snarky, silly, or even goofy post, I can't.

Instead, my head is filled with gushing, sugary sweet, romanticized, and overly optimistic thoughts about my boyfriend and our relationship.

In fact, I completely unloaded my gushings via email on an unsuspecting person (that I barely KNOW!) in response to a casual and innocent question. She has no idea what she's about to read and I almost feel bad. Because when she opens that email, what's going to leap out are prancing unicorns, gum drop sunsets, and the smells of Strawberry Shortcake dolls.

I would feel bad or guilty if I wasn't too busy feeling so good. I didn't know that it could feel like this much fun AND be emotionally healthy.

It's wonderful.

It's bliss.

So, in short, I'll try to be my normal non-twitterpated self tomorrow.

But until then, I'll be over here - sighing dreamily.