You guys. My father. I come by my flaily!dork-nss honestly, okay?
This is the sort of thing I grew up with. Crazy, adorable old man. &hearts
And he'll read this and send me a snickering email when he's already taunting me with the fact that he has pumpkin ice cream and I don't.
I bet you the gravestone was out under the trees in the front yard this weekend, and that the Little Dog Who Owns My Soul was decked out in his glowing-skull cape. The cauldron probably made an appearance, too.
Had a marvelous time being flaily with Triv and Ci last night. I have learned that I need to explicitly state when I am stepping away from my desk, or Triv will believe I've fallen asleep on her again.
For today!! Readings, film screening for anthro, more readings, brainstorming/outlining. Fun.
GWEN!! Good luck with A-levels!