Hubby just came home with a remote-controlled Porsche for Nicholas. (Or at least it's supposed to be for Nicholas. I have my doubts.) Anyway, he's now rushed off to Giant Tiger to buy batteries so he -- I mean Nicholas -- can play with his new toy.
I just went ego-surfing on Google and found a bunch of reviews for
my Snapefics that I hadn't seen before. I must say, there's something especially gratifying about writing Harry Potter fanfic; I never had half so many comments on my
Doctor Who, Star Trek or even X-Files stories.
Tonight's Dinner: Spaghetti (with my patented chunky meat sauce) and garlic bread.