good evening, my flist. :> i done showered and laundered and i got tunafish for dinner and monday off work and this weekend i get to meet fellow fangirls and do fun fangirly things, including but not limited to getting away from the cat for a couple days and thus not being woken up at five in the morning for no apparent reason. (FIVE, i tell you. the hell?) and the breakfast club is on tv. so, you know, life is good. :>
i'm displeased with my shampoo, tho - it does not make my hair feel all squeaky clean. clean, yes. squeaky, not so much. also i seem to have gotten my period a week early, which is disconcerting. i went on birth control so this wouldn't happen. /tmi
my clean laundry and
this exhaustive look at sam and dean's clothes made me think about dean making use of his downtime by doing his laundry, which really means i have a mental image of him sitting on one of those plastic chairs in the laundromat wearing his least offensive pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt and nothing else, because every other article of clothing he owns (except his boots and leather coat) is in a washing machine. somewhere a little old lady or possibly a mom with small children is looking disapproving. someone write this so i don't have to.
so i've been scanning photos for this slide show my sister and i are putting together for my dad's birthday party. wanna see some old photos? of course you do. :> we were very cute.
my dad and my sister. she's three and SO DAMN CUTE. ^_^
me and dad. i was thirteen months old and no, i had no idea what i was reading. please to not be laughing too loudly at dad's sideburns and scary striped pants. it was 1970, ok?
aaaand my parents as a young married couple. aren't they cute?