Deadliest Catch
I cried. In front of duckduck's husband, even, though he probably didn't notice or care. But God, that poor kid. Who wouldn't shed a tear in the face of that? So much responsibility on those shoulders! And such a sweet kid. I can't even be mad that he sort of jossed all my fic when he mentioned that he still stays with his parents a lot of the time. It gives me a reason to reboot the whole universe anyway.
I only saw part of After the Catch because we went out for a late dinner, but Jake looked GOOD. If he talked about the tragical death of his sister I did not see it, and I don't know that I could handle it anyway. But I saw the end with his big blue eyes and the scruffy beard and the more refined, adult appearance, and dear GOD, he looked fantastic.
I also saw that he is sporting a ring on his wedding ring finger. I choose to believe this is because the death of Jake's sister combined with the near-tragedy of Phil' close call have forced my boys to realize that tragedy could strike either of them at a moment's notice, and therefore they should hold on even more tightly to the things they love.
I think you can probably surmise from this post what I am planning to talk about this fangirl weekend. Brace yourselves. In the meantime, I'll be over here passing out the tin hats if you need one.
Also accomplished today: A trip to the Mall of America, that bastion of American consumerism run amock. I made my yearly pilgrimage to Lush, where I discovered, to my horror, that they have discontinued Marathon bars. This is unacceptable. I bought my usual block of Coal Face anyway, but I thought about leaving empty-handed in protest. Except that then I'd have no Marathon bars and no Coal Face, and that would render life pretty much not worth living.
I also dropped some cash at the American Girl store on a birthday gift for my niece. She's way too little for the real deal American Girl dolls yet, but it turns out they have a baby doll line and a little Asian baby who looks just like my niece when she smiles her little monkey smile. My sister will love it. Well. She better.
Now if I could only think of a decent gift for my nephew's birthday. Their birthdays are three days apart. Not really convenient, guys.
And now I go to bed so I can get up at a decent hour and begin preparing for the arrival of Fangirls. Mostly this involves baking disgusting things and trying to consolidate a carload worth of stuff into a single duffel bag, but there will be a trip to the Minneapolis Farmer's Market in there as well.
I only saw part of After the Catch because we went out for a late dinner, but Jake looked GOOD. If he talked about the tragical death of his sister I did not see it, and I don't know that I could handle it anyway. But I saw the end with his big blue eyes and the scruffy beard and the more refined, adult appearance, and dear GOD, he looked fantastic.
I also saw that he is sporting a ring on his wedding ring finger. I choose to believe this is because the death of Jake's sister combined with the near-tragedy of Phil' close call have forced my boys to realize that tragedy could strike either of them at a moment's notice, and therefore they should hold on even more tightly to the things they love.
I think you can probably surmise from this post what I am planning to talk about this fangirl weekend. Brace yourselves. In the meantime, I'll be over here passing out the tin hats if you need one.
Also accomplished today: A trip to the Mall of America, that bastion of American consumerism run amock. I made my yearly pilgrimage to Lush, where I discovered, to my horror, that they have discontinued Marathon bars. This is unacceptable. I bought my usual block of Coal Face anyway, but I thought about leaving empty-handed in protest. Except that then I'd have no Marathon bars and no Coal Face, and that would render life pretty much not worth living.
I also dropped some cash at the American Girl store on a birthday gift for my niece. She's way too little for the real deal American Girl dolls yet, but it turns out they have a baby doll line and a little Asian baby who looks just like my niece when she smiles her little monkey smile. My sister will love it. Well. She better.
Now if I could only think of a decent gift for my nephew's birthday. Their birthdays are three days apart. Not really convenient, guys.
And now I go to bed so I can get up at a decent hour and begin preparing for the arrival of Fangirls. Mostly this involves baking disgusting things and trying to consolidate a carload worth of stuff into a single duffel bag, but there will be a trip to the Minneapolis Farmer's Market in there as well.