Robin had brought home another dog the night before. A dog who, in fact, was not normally a dog, but since Benton had been asleep when she got home from the bar, she'd just settled Jake (who was rather indignant at being treated like one of the other, normal dogs, or at least Robin thought so) and curled up in bed ( Read more... )

Robin, in a rare bout of energy, had actually meandered out of bed with her boyfriend this morning, rather than helpfully watching him get dressed before going back to sleep.

It wasn't until she was idly putting on her makeup and scritching Popcorn's head that she noticed anything was off today.

"When she was twenty-two, the future looked bright ( Read more... )

Robin had not unpacked anything that wasn't vitally important (like, you know, things that weren't her hairdryer or toothbrush. The rest could live in the suitcases until she or Benton got tired of looking at it, she'd decided ( Read more... )

Robin was dating an old guy. An old guy, more notably, who got up way earlier than her and did more on a daily basis than she did. As such, he had totally retired early when Robin decided to stay up and watch classic football games on cable instead ( Read more... )

Robin's 'I did something bad' sense was tingling ( Read more... )

Robin was packing -- or at least attempting to -- for her trip to New York. And okay, she may have fibbed a bit, since the reason she was driving up had less to do with her friends (though she'd be seeing them too) and more to do with getting Fraser's Christmas present ( Read more... )

Robin was a hardy Canadian. And she was also full of holiday cheer (okay, part of it was spiked eggnog, but still, holiday cheer), which was why she had gone to the mainland earlier and cut down her very own Christmas tree. She would have made Benton do it, but she had wanted to surprise him. Plus it was bad enough that she made him pitch all their ( Read more... )

Robin was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a morning person.

So when she got out of bed and toddled into the kitchen for some water early Saturday morning, the sight that greeted her on the couch took her a few moments to process.

And then she shrieked, and the five hot guys, the little boy and the old man all woke up too.

[for he what ( Read more... )

Robin's bags were packed, and she was ready to go.

(And that song was stuck in her head probably for the next week ( Read more... )

Robin prided herself on her ability to pack like a mofo. She'd pretty much gotten most of her stuff put into boxes already (it had taken all of half an hour or so), but tonight, she was trying to pack up a few loose ends.

It was difficult, given that every time she turned her back, Popcorn leapt into the box. He seemed to think he was very sneaky.