*smirks*
So, scribblecat is at my house.
We have dolls.
We have a camera.
We have far too much time on our hands.
Group shot. It's a very serious moment, obviously. Lincoln appears to be confused by the fact there are two Saras. The two Michaels, however, don't seem to mind.
For spoiled_andrea, who was kind enough to send the Saras two pairs of CFM red shoes each.
My name is Scofield. Michael Scofield.
Not sure what's happening here, but the words playing doctor come to mind.
Chin nibbling in 5...4...3...2...1..
Michael saving Sara from something. While dressed in their beach gear.
It's very hard to find an eight-toed Ken doll. Sara doesn't seem to object to the lack of continuity.
Finally, Steps have reformed and are rereleasing "5 6 7 8" the Company has been defeated and our intrepid heroes retire to the beach to relax. Lincoln is still confused, but at least he has managed to lose his shirt.
And on a final note, here is my dog, singing for the dolls. Singing along to "Mmmmbop" by Hanson, to be precise. I discovered during the week, while singing this song to the dog (please do not ask why, as I don't know) that it sets him off in a very interesting way, ie he starts to howl along with me.
We have dolls.
We have a camera.
We have far too much time on our hands.
Group shot. It's a very serious moment, obviously. Lincoln appears to be confused by the fact there are two Saras. The two Michaels, however, don't seem to mind.
For spoiled_andrea, who was kind enough to send the Saras two pairs of CFM red shoes each.
My name is Scofield. Michael Scofield.
Not sure what's happening here, but the words playing doctor come to mind.
Chin nibbling in 5...4...3...2...1..
Michael saving Sara from something. While dressed in their beach gear.
It's very hard to find an eight-toed Ken doll. Sara doesn't seem to object to the lack of continuity.
Finally, Steps have reformed and are rereleasing "5 6 7 8" the Company has been defeated and our intrepid heroes retire to the beach to relax. Lincoln is still confused, but at least he has managed to lose his shirt.
And on a final note, here is my dog, singing for the dolls. Singing along to "Mmmmbop" by Hanson, to be precise. I discovered during the week, while singing this song to the dog (please do not ask why, as I don't know) that it sets him off in a very interesting way, ie he starts to howl along with me.
