Seriously. I'm enjoying my family. My mother's up to the usual, but it's nothing a little anti-anxiety pharmaceuticals plus red wine can't help. Otherwise...we're good. Tomorrow, Dad's making pancakes and we're watching (more) football. I'm kind of looking forward to it? I don't even know. I think the Månatlig Family* may have just broken one of Kripke's Seals. For serious.
IN OTHER NEWS: One of you unhinged readers was kind enough to nominate me in the
Salt & Burn Awards. I don't know what possessed you, but you made my week, you crazy loon you. Thanks for that.
BUT there are a bunch of really good fics still missing from the list. I've nominated quite a few but I think it's time to make that list a little more robust. So go forth,
read the rules, and
nominate your favorites. Nominations close tomorrow (the 30th) so GET ON IT, PEOPLE.
PS:
saberivojo , progress is being made. I just want you to know that you have not been forgotten. It's my first time writing something like this, so I'm kind of making shit up as I go along, but then again what the hell's new.
*Månatlig is Swedish for 'monthly'. Because I am a ginormous dork.