Um. Yeah. basically, I've been offline becaue of bedshopping, bedbuying, and bed delivery, not ot mention the bed wallowing. It actually sounds a lot more disfunctional than it is. It's my *bed*. It's big and pretty and *mine* and I love it so much.
I also got Child a new bed, in a craze of post-IRS-refund shopping. It's actually *really* disturbing, come to think of it. He has a spiderman ensemble going on. Ask me how cute an eight year old in a bunk bed surrounded by Spiderman is. Cause it is cute.
*happy* *bliss* *bed*
The slash actually has its own character and wanders in to giggle at Wilson and House. A lot. I spent the entire scene, and you *know* which one I'm talking about, actually saying, to my nonslashy sister
Jenn: Are they dating? Did I miss something last week? Are they breaking up? Oh God, I missed the get together and now I have to watch the break-up?
Her *shocky*: I--don't know.
Could my week get any better? Yes, it could. But so far, the millions have yet to rain from the sky like manna. Stupid millions. Even a measly thousands. In one dollar bills, even. I'm not picky.