The bit where J said "I really hope my fingers aren't writing cheques my butt can't cash" is, hands down, the best thing about my spring so far. As if the use of the term "wazoo" wasn't good enough.
I'm not even going to write a proper post today* because I don't want to detract from finger-cheque/butt-cash in any way.
But I will say that I am so glad that J's brain and spring have found one another, and that they're so into one another she is inspired to write such great things. I think this image, which I found through searching 'spring' and 'love', pretty accurately depicts what's going on here between spring and J's brain.
It's like Spring is taking J's brain for a walk amongst the cherry blossoms, and spring is all "hey baby, I don't want to put any pressure on you, but I think you'll really like what's down here" and J's brain is all outwardly coquettish, but inside thinking serve it up, let's go. I hope their love is everlasting.
*I goddamned love the sound of J's kit.