And many thanks for the welcome back. Wordwound's wounds are all healed, and, besides, I do like fresh air.

You're pussycats--batting about your little paws in the wind here--I've been reading you!--and I did need to huff and puff a bit over that criticizing of Dearest Emily!

Endearment: My cumquat! My macaroon! Star gazer...apple of my eye...pudding...or puddin'...sweet thang...heart o' my heart ...love of my life...man o' my dreams...jewel...gem...
peach...honey chil'...wild thing...Rose...

All things sweet and all things whimsical...

Beating regards,
WordWrapt and WordRaptured, too