I'm jealous of my duvet. Also, my site has been updated.
I've not been posting much, which probably means this LJ has been pretty boring. Unlike this furniture, which is quite eye-catching and fun!
I've set up my web site to redirect to the wordpress site I set up, for switching to when my domain + hosting expires. I fell in love with a WYSIWYG--what can I say? BUT the Extras are up now--that is, the art of my characters that I've commissioned and been gifted over the years. Not all of them have story snippets up to go with them yet, but that will happen. ^_^
In unrelated news (ie. not awesome), my dog--who has been sheered like a sheep and is now a shivery, teeny dog instead of a small, unaffected-by-weather bear--has abandoned me for my bed and warm duvet. I covered him with it when I made my bed this morning, and when I called him to come upstairs (where, out the windows, it is SNOWING [wtf?!]), he just put his head down on my duvet and gave me a content look that said, "I am not moving from this warmth. Do what you want, I don't care."
So I am upstairs alone. So, so alone. My dog loves my bed more than me.
Even though I have a doggy sweater for him to wear (don't ask--it shames me) and a brand new bottle for him to play with. And I puttered in the kitchen, which always brings him upstairs. Still, downstairs he remains. And so I remain...unloved. *emo!Victorian-vapors-swoon*
♥
I've set up my web site to redirect to the wordpress site I set up, for switching to when my domain + hosting expires. I fell in love with a WYSIWYG--what can I say? BUT the Extras are up now--that is, the art of my characters that I've commissioned and been gifted over the years. Not all of them have story snippets up to go with them yet, but that will happen. ^_^
In unrelated news (ie. not awesome), my dog--who has been sheered like a sheep and is now a shivery, teeny dog instead of a small, unaffected-by-weather bear--has abandoned me for my bed and warm duvet. I covered him with it when I made my bed this morning, and when I called him to come upstairs (where, out the windows, it is SNOWING [wtf?!]), he just put his head down on my duvet and gave me a content look that said, "I am not moving from this warmth. Do what you want, I don't care."
So I am upstairs alone. So, so alone. My dog loves my bed more than me.
Even though I have a doggy sweater for him to wear (don't ask--it shames me) and a brand new bottle for him to play with. And I puttered in the kitchen, which always brings him upstairs. Still, downstairs he remains. And so I remain...unloved. *emo!Victorian-vapors-swoon*
♥