I have gorgeous new carpet! now let's remember not to leave the water on again!
My basement is finally DONE; I'm so excited. Now all J's lizards can move out of my dining room and spare bedroom! NO MORE GECKOS IN DINING ROOM! WOO! It's, like, take back the house day!
Wow, okay, this's been sitting unposted for a few hours - I decided, in all my basement-finishing excitement, to rearrange the living room. I pushed my piano around, it was fun. Today has been a day of moving furniture and stuff. I'll probably sleep well :)
AND. Um. That's kind of it.
Except for some MINOR progress on great-great(?) grandson of Supersaturation:
William does not like little Sergeant Novarro. In fact, he dislikes him greatly. “I dislike him greatly,” William tells Greta. He doesn’t like that Novarro has been sniffing around his favorite lady friend.
“He’s adorable,” Greta says. She shrugs. “And I think he’s sweet.”
William frowns and leans back in the commissary chair, folding his arms over his chest. “He’s trying to woo you.”
Greta winks at him. “I know.”
“He’s trying to woo you with erroneous information about the heavens. He knows that astronomy and astrophysics are different sciences, right?”
“I like stars.” Greta’s smile turns disgustingly dreamy.
William is horrified.
He’s saved from further poetic waxing - about stars, which you can’t even touch, not like the bright blue colony of crystals set in the most curiously porous rock William had given his very own Captain Gabe just days before - by little Brendon Urie.
He’s got his big eyes on, so William thinks either he’s done something that Smith is going to yell extensively at him about, or-actually, he can’t think of an or.
“Joe’s missing!” Brendon says.
Wow, okay, this's been sitting unposted for a few hours - I decided, in all my basement-finishing excitement, to rearrange the living room. I pushed my piano around, it was fun. Today has been a day of moving furniture and stuff. I'll probably sleep well :)
AND. Um. That's kind of it.
Except for some MINOR progress on great-great(?) grandson of Supersaturation:
William does not like little Sergeant Novarro. In fact, he dislikes him greatly. “I dislike him greatly,” William tells Greta. He doesn’t like that Novarro has been sniffing around his favorite lady friend.
“He’s adorable,” Greta says. She shrugs. “And I think he’s sweet.”
William frowns and leans back in the commissary chair, folding his arms over his chest. “He’s trying to woo you.”
Greta winks at him. “I know.”
“He’s trying to woo you with erroneous information about the heavens. He knows that astronomy and astrophysics are different sciences, right?”
“I like stars.” Greta’s smile turns disgustingly dreamy.
William is horrified.
He’s saved from further poetic waxing - about stars, which you can’t even touch, not like the bright blue colony of crystals set in the most curiously porous rock William had given his very own Captain Gabe just days before - by little Brendon Urie.
He’s got his big eyes on, so William thinks either he’s done something that Smith is going to yell extensively at him about, or-actually, he can’t think of an or.
“Joe’s missing!” Brendon says.