Done

Finished HP as I wasn't allowed to go on the computer for more than five minutes without accusing glances from my husband who's next in line to read it. Hmm. No spoilers; it's long, it's darker, it's darn hard to hold open. And Harry and Dawn would get on well together.

I've been working on Preying on my Mind. Thanks to green_luv and fitofpique I've got back on track with it after well, coming perilously close to receiving feedback consisting of variations of 'wtf?' ::sigh:: Thanks for the well deserved gentle beating about the head both of you ::hugs::

I feel awful today; woke up all springy and bouncy, did an hour's housework and collapsed with a splitting headache and feeling as if I was about to throw up. I take it as a Sign and will let the dust bunnies gambol happily a little longer.

I got my hair cut finally. Eh. Said I wanted my bob again and asked if she had any ideas on jazzing it up a bit. Apparently tucked under bobs are Out, flicked out bobs are In. And I got layers. It looks like it does when I wash it and don't blow dry it - bits sticking out here and there. My hair is independent. You don't encourage it to misbehave. Not impressed as I stared into the mirror and I think my face said it all as she hastily assured me I could change it when I washed it next. Whatever. David liked it which is always a bad sign. He wanted me to get it 'waved'. I told him I'd taken a vow on the body of our first born never to have another perm. He seemed to think it could go from straight to wavy without a perm at which point I rolled my eyes in disbelief and gave up.

Birthday fic for Fitofpique

Just found out that it's fitofpique's birthday! Have a wonderful day filled with ballons, candles and cake. Or maybe that's just 7 year olds?

Here's a birthday snippet just for you.



The gift wrapped box is huge, six foot tall and wrapped around with black and red ribbons. There is no return label, just your name.You study it thoughtfully and then tug hard at one dangling streamer. As if by magic, the box vanishes in a glittering shower of scarlet sparkles and you stare, enraptured at your present.

"Oh, my."

Your gaze goes slowly from the slicked back hair to the loose laced boots, and you reach out a tentative finger to stroke the supple black leather of the coat. It's so unexpected, yet so perfect, that you just can't quite believe it.

You raise your eyes up to meet his, finding them expectant and amused.It's difficult to speak but you manage it after swallowing hard.

"Xander - if you're wearing these...what's Spike got on?"

He smiles back at you, fingering the collar around his neck engraved, 'From Spike to Fitofpique' as the second box appears.

"Nothing but his collar.Is that a problem?"

You shake your head mutely and reach out to tug...

The End.