Two days ago was our anniversary with the Ραψόον, my dangerously vain, destructively virtuous, deliciously voluptuous, dramatically vivacious, dearly velobed Daphne.
Our story so far can be summarised as 2013 in its entirety. The songs I can sing for her (mainly consisting of animal sounds [vla! ♫ ] ) and the poems I can write in her name are many, but when anniversary time came, I decided – as can be perfectly expressed in this simple post – that nothing could embody my love for her more honestely and directly than food.
So I baked her a delicious apple pie.
Even in its beautiful wholeness, this is not enough: Christmas is coming, so stay tuned for more raccoon-themed love.
