Friday Wrap
I am going to go buy a new case fan for Damien, this one is sounding like a jet engine. I just can't stand high pitched whines I have enough extra noise with my more then annoying tinnitus.
Looks like over-time coming my way whoopee! //end sarcasm//
Reading gay vampire smut. Does it get any better? ;)
My new bras came! Yay! JCPenny is super speedy.
I still don't have my challenge pic for this week. The word is *transportation*. WTH? Who picks these things? Oh wait, never mind. What should next week be? One word.
Now I'm going to shut Damien of and read sheafrotherdon's brilliant, and much loved Farm in Iowa for the millionth time. Joy. Maybe this time I will figure out what the other things are.
.... By the time dawn's a glimmer on the eastern horizon, he's tugged on a jacket and headed to the barn, pulled out the rocking chair that's been standing in a corner. "So. You're thing number three," he murmurs, and sets down his mug, turns to the shelves full of half-used paint cans, and searches for the color of his grandfather's belief.
// end snip of sheafrotherdon fic stolen with love but no permission//
Yes I could just ask what it means but what's the fun in that?
But before I leave you all....
P365 Day 119
Look! Close-up of planets! Fake planets! Fake plants in the infamous fountain in the main lobby. The infamous LEAKING fountain. ;) I want to put things in it. Army men. Barbie parts. Dinosaurs. So far I have restrained myself.
I like the water drops.
Click image to see the obvious pattern that nature never intended*
Looks like over-time coming my way whoopee! //end sarcasm//
Reading gay vampire smut. Does it get any better? ;)
My new bras came! Yay! JCPenny is super speedy.
I still don't have my challenge pic for this week. The word is *transportation*. WTH? Who picks these things? Oh wait, never mind. What should next week be? One word.
Now I'm going to shut Damien of and read sheafrotherdon's brilliant, and much loved Farm in Iowa for the millionth time. Joy. Maybe this time I will figure out what the other things are.
.... By the time dawn's a glimmer on the eastern horizon, he's tugged on a jacket and headed to the barn, pulled out the rocking chair that's been standing in a corner. "So. You're thing number three," he murmurs, and sets down his mug, turns to the shelves full of half-used paint cans, and searches for the color of his grandfather's belief.
// end snip of sheafrotherdon fic stolen with love but no permission//
Yes I could just ask what it means but what's the fun in that?
But before I leave you all....
P365 Day 119
Look! Close-up of planets! Fake planets! Fake plants in the infamous fountain in the main lobby. The infamous LEAKING fountain. ;) I want to put things in it. Army men. Barbie parts. Dinosaurs. So far I have restrained myself.
I like the water drops.
Click image to see the obvious pattern that nature never intended*