After an unpleasant argument with Emma at dawn as we were going to bed (those who know us, know that fights between us are rare things and quickly resolved, but emotionally harrowing), I got up at about one, made myself a lovely fresh coffee, and poured in the milk. Which was curdled. Shit. D:
The lovely Sue gave me information about male hetero adult domestic violence victims, which was useful and, unfortunately, needed, because Clueless Aspie Brother is being abused by his girlfriend and is in total 'battered wife' denial about it. Yeah. :(
My happy family - let me show you it.
Thankfully, Emma got her camera back today, which means photography for Brother #2's 'Nice to meet you - let's get married!' wedding is going to be much better than the pics taken on the digicams at the reception.
Puppy pics - you can has Also, work on the
Burnt Books is progressing apace. I am all Spotted out! Nearly finished all the hardback Spot books, there's just a few soft covers left. Then, the cleaning of the more delicate, damaged and valuable books begins.
Cleaning = SRS BZNZ. No, really. My bruised finger and soot encrusted nails prove it.
Have a burning need to hear/see Blue Gillespie performing Zombie by The Cranberries. YOUTUBE FAILED ME. It must exist, and if it doesn't, someone should make them perform it, and video it for me.