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Someone needs to send some pretty boys to come finish the last bit of painting. Then I can just sit and watch, which I'm much better suited to do I feel.
No? Oh well, guess I'll have to do it myself. Not that there's much left to do. The main part of the hall is done, and I've put the pictures back up, hung up the coats and arranged the shoes. Of course all the woodwork needs painting, but that's a job for next week because the weekend is a busy one.
If you remember Corey is going to the Alps, but he has to raise some of the money himself, so tomorrow he's bag packing with the scout troup at Morrisons all day, then Sunday he's doing a sponsored walk. James and I are going as back up, following along in the car to scoop up weary Scouts if need be.
But back to today. My reward for getting the painting done is to have an indulgent writing session with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
castalie's prompt, and because my flist is full of enablers I know what I'm going to do. That is once I've had a good shower because I'm filthy and my toes are brown. Which is due to me clagging my foot on the freshly painted wall, because I'm just awesome like that.
So, finish last bit of painting downstairs. Hopefully brother will turn up to put on new door under the stairs. Shower, flist catch up, delicious Mikey/Frankness. A fine plan I feel.
No? Oh well, guess I'll have to do it myself. Not that there's much left to do. The main part of the hall is done, and I've put the pictures back up, hung up the coats and arranged the shoes. Of course all the woodwork needs painting, but that's a job for next week because the weekend is a busy one.
If you remember Corey is going to the Alps, but he has to raise some of the money himself, so tomorrow he's bag packing with the scout troup at Morrisons all day, then Sunday he's doing a sponsored walk. James and I are going as back up, following along in the car to scoop up weary Scouts if need be.
But back to today. My reward for getting the painting done is to have an indulgent writing session with
castalie's prompt, and because my flist is full of enablers I know what I'm going to do. That is once I've had a good shower because I'm filthy and my toes are brown. Which is due to me clagging my foot on the freshly painted wall, because I'm just awesome like that.So, finish last bit of painting downstairs. Hopefully brother will turn up to put on new door under the stairs. Shower, flist catch up, delicious Mikey/Frankness. A fine plan I feel.
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*pets his arched brow*
And OMG! I'm a breath away from falling at your feet and making moon-eyes at you! *laughs* It makes me laugh greatly that you too have House!love, in addition to all the other crossroad points. :)
This ficlet?
It's lovely and perfect. I can believe the turmoil within Mikey. It makes so much sense to me. The tactile nature of this band also makes sense to me - this is how they take care of one another. It's a very boy way to approach things- spare with words, but great with comfort. [Okay, maybe really friggin' tight boys do this...but I've seen that too. So YES, many, many times yes.]
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And dude, I've been giggling with glee at your moon eyes comment, because yes! House is love.
Also, your words about the ficlet give me so much joy. Seriously. Thank you!