I don’t normally think it’s very cute to have the sniffles. It’s kinda hard to, clutching sodden tissues and sniffing and coughing and hacking away.
Then she fell sick.
And gods, she’s as cute as ever, even though she looked kinda miserable and kept keeling over.
Relax, this is not going to be a lengthy scientific discourse.
Something she said got me to thinking. And to quote Gaston’s loyal follower in Beauty and The Beast, it’s ‘a dangerous pastime’.
Not a bad way to welcome in the new year. And given that this is a rather ominous year if the Mayan calendar is to be believed, might as well make the most of it.
… to do things one normally would never do. Or even consider.
Clubbing. Sadly, not the kind involving a long blunt object connecting repeatedly with a particular body part, usually the skull.
Admittedly two days late, but there ARE supposed to be twelve days of Christmas, so I’m taking that at face value.
Christmas. The Winter Solstice. Yule. Midwinter. Many names for the same holiday, though the first is the most well-known. It’s a remarkably well-celebrated holiday around the world as well, to say the least…
… and all through the… /twitch… nah, not going there. There’s been so many parodies of that particular tale, I don’t think there’s much of a point mucking around with it anymore…
It’s been a month. And I’ve been happier in this last month than I’ve been for a long, long time. Rather atypical way of celebrating a one month anniversary though.