A time of magic and wonder and straight up murdering a bitch at the mall for taking the last parking space. *sparkle*
Fortunately for me this is also the holiday when common sense and taste go right out the window. Without further ado:
Live long and prosper. We give you thanks in the name of the Spock.
Oh, you thought I was done?! Fools!!
Good luck sleeping after that!
Not quite like a bowl full of jelly...
Oh. My. God.
And now for a palate cleanser…
Then what the heck are you waiting for?!
As in, mine is dead. NaNoWriMo and my RP writing are both in a huge upswing right now (November is NaNo month) and the whole world seems to be kicking into creative high gear.
I, however, am sitting on my couch and watching NCIS reruns as I attempt to pretend I’m going to get any writing done. Meanwhile my story is sitting unwritten and all my RP partners are being VERY patient. If any of you are reading this, thanks.
The whole point of this post? I needed to feel productive today. Also, I really don’t want to go outside and clean up the puppy vomit I discovered in the backseat of my car today. Poor Boyo. He doesn’t do well in the car when Mommy is driving badly.
The poor baby.
Today is just for the furry babies. I love my pets.
Babykins. Worship him.
Molly. She is missed. 2001-2008
Boyo (left) and Sampson (right). I think they eloped at some point.