Public.

This is the only public space left where I can assert my relationship with the other person owning this blog and I shall make use of it as often as I need to.

(She seems to think its adorable.)

I'm so far away and that only way I'll feel like I'm a part of something is if she;

1) Takes a picture
2) Takes a picture and adds a stick figure of me and sends it to me
3) Takes a picture, adds a stick figure of me, comes back on the social networking site we both despise and tags me (public acknowledgement, see?)
4) Takes a picture, adds a figure of me, prints it out, frames it, gift wraps it, comes here and gives it to me in person.
5) She mentions me to her friends (once, twice, any number of times) and whenever she does, she cries because she misses my FACE.

[Also, she could nudge slyly to her friends to add me on the social networking site we both despise so that I don't feel isolated and left out and don't remain a tiny speck of a byte in the corner of her non-existent friends' list.]

There is one event that can override all of the above mentioned options.

Do unto me what was done to her.

:-D

(My first smiley on the blog?)

Sheesh. The things I do for her.

What was life before her? :-O

[She said it first. I won't steal her thunder.]