Twitterpated

Oh but for all the witchin' in the world I am taken heart and soul by that man. He doesn't even have to be around to flutter~my~bies (that's butterflies in the stomach in case you don't speak Valanease). Today I went to get a towel out of the linen closet and pictured that fine form of his there fixing the door. A crooked little half smile crossed my lips and my eyes drooped to that sultry half open look.

The Ladybug did spy the mood change and asked what I was thinking. To which I stated,"I am smitten. Definitely Twitterpated."

She says,"I don't even want to know what that is." She's at that age where she has begun to notice certain adult activities and we make her sick on a regular basis without meaning to so she assumes almost anything to do with Dash is one of those "grown up gross things".

I couldn't help myself I laughed so hard and told her to consult Bambi's owl on the finer points of Twitterpation.