When B got home from work, we got down to business, popping corks, pouring Champagne, eating cupcakes, and checking congratulatory emails and texts. It was a great night for porch-sitting and sit we did, until it was time to head to dinner for (surprise!) more celebration.Being the smart citizens that we are, we walked our buzzed tails two miles to dinner, then two miles home and, you know what, it was the best, most perfect thing ever. It's so rare that B lets me lavish attention on him for really tangible things, but this time I would not be stopped!
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