Daily stuffs.
Miss V turns one year old tomorrow. I can't believe it's been a year. Some part of me still feels like a child-free kidophobiac and doesn't believe I actually have one of my own. She runs around like an electric broom and can say a few words. Her first word, uttered in an actual relevant situation, and which cannot be blamed to a senseless repetition of syllables, was 'caca'. No need for translation. I wonder what it says about me as a mother. *rolls eyes at self*.
I have received a most wonderful gift today. A translation of Of Fickle Fates and Fateful Fungi into Russian. I was shocked and amazed at how well-done it was. Usually, I'm the first to decend with harsh criticism, bitching and moaning about how sloppy and bad translated fics are. But яд did a truly marvelous job. So, if any of you my Russian readers are browsing this by chance, go read it like NOW.
And if anyone receives a request from this interpreter, be assured that she'll do a top-notch job.
On another note, it's so effing hot in here. The other day it was 40C. and 32C at night. I feel like I moved to Abu-Dabi or something.