I think I fell in love with Joss a little. I'm going house hunting, in unrelated news. Something small. I found an acceptable little brick house with a two car garage, bay windows, and a large yard. Sam's having a hysterical fit with words including 'financial ruin' and 'crazy can't afford that.' Maybe. He's concerned, at the least. The bay windows are what I want. A little DAD voice in my head keeps chanting 'That's not defendable in the least and you'll have to board them up in the event that inflation forces society in general into a survivalist state.' I just want the windows. And a ghillie suit, but that's beside the point.
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Attacked by a bug. A Big. Mother. Humping. Bug. I would have taken a picture of it, but it was smashed beyond any photogentic repair.