A -House- of One's Own
With windows, and doors, and walls, and plumbing, and rooms, and a yard, and oh my god, I'm about to own my own house.
I'm changing locales in August - I've known that since I moved to New Orleans to start work, three weeks before Katrina. Two years have -flown- by, and sometime in March, I started seriously considering the impending move back ( Read more... )
I'm changing locales in August - I've known that since I moved to New Orleans to start work, three weeks before Katrina. Two years have -flown- by, and sometime in March, I started seriously considering the impending move back ( Read more... )
This is such nonsense - I hope it fits the bill!
John rolls his eyes. "Atlantis, this is Sheppard."
"We read you. We're a little... confused." Elizabeth sounds carefully neutral.
"What could possibly be confusing?" Rodney shrieks, clinging to the branch, glaring at the lizard-thing molesting his pants on the ground below. "It crawled up my pants. It wouldn't leave."
"We must complete the trade mission," Teyla continues, "and Doctor McKay's skills are part of our bargain. But he cannot enter the town so... under-dressed, and the sacred goanda will attack if disturbed."
"Pants," says Ronon. "Send 'em through."
Zelenka's so coming next time, Rodney vows.
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Ahahaha! Thank you! I love it! :)
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