Just cleaned my closet. I have all the hangers in the world, omg. They were in there, lurking, and I thought I hadn't got enough and bought more just last week. If I get abducted in the next week (it'll look like normal after that), the police will see that closet and mark me down as a control freak with obsessive tendencies.
Unless they read Kathy Reichs, in which case my alphabeticised books will have them checking the 'potential serial killer' box.
I also sent Part 12 of PoC off to the wonderful
t_verano to be beta'd and it's strangely smut-free, possibly because of the angst taking up all the space (the angst; omg for the second time). I feel accomplished, despite having to-do lists a mile long.
David got back last night (with much chocolate and TWO bags of jelly babies ::hearts::) and is going to California for the week on Monday, which is E's birthday. Less than happy about that, but not a lot he can do about it. At least he doesn't fly until the afternoon and he's going to take the morning off.
Leaving me to handle the sleepover... There had better be some chocolate left.
Unless they read Kathy Reichs, in which case my alphabeticised books will have them checking the 'potential serial killer' box.
I also sent Part 12 of PoC off to the wonderful
David got back last night (with much chocolate and TWO bags of jelly babies ::hearts::) and is going to California for the week on Monday, which is E's birthday. Less than happy about that, but not a lot he can do about it. At least he doesn't fly until the afternoon and he's going to take the morning off.
Leaving me to handle the sleepover... There had better be some chocolate left.