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turpsHow much do I love Twitter when it brings pictures of
Twitter has also revealed Mikey's obsession with snuggies, which I'd never heard of before he started mentioning them. Now, looking at them I can see they look like the kind of stuff that's sold on late night shopping channels, but come on. A blanket with arms. Genius!
We're all off to a wedding tonight. If anyone watched Britain's Got Talent, remember the couple that got to the quarter finals by doing things like swinging bins from their ears and playing with a chainsaw? They're friends of James and they're getting married today. Problem is, Corey's grown out of any smart clothes and I suppose I need to unearth some shoes that aren't crocs. I know, my life, so hard.
To end, Dine did this and asked what my loves would be.
I love -- my boys, my dog, my cats, my fish -- even if they are boring, my sister, my brother, my mam, my dad, my nieces, my nephews, my nanna, my in-laws, products from Lush, books that grab my attention and don't let go, short fic, long fic, fic that makes me laugh/cry/marvel at how talented people are, music turned up loud, driving with the windows down and listening to a good CD, my red fuzzy blanket on a cold day, being inside and watching the rain, the ocean, waves crashing against the shore, my friends -- both off and online, long email conversations that just keep going, insane comment conversations, laughing, seeing hotair balloons on the horizon, hot chocolate, potato salad, hugs, seeing people be happy, squee posts -- whatever the fandom, when you're writing and the words just flow.Friday nights which are for pizza and the Big Brother eviction show.
Plus multiple more.
Twitter has also revealed Mikey's obsession with snuggies, which I'd never heard of before he started mentioning them. Now, looking at them I can see they look like the kind of stuff that's sold on late night shopping channels, but come on. A blanket with arms. Genius!
We're all off to a wedding tonight. If anyone watched Britain's Got Talent, remember the couple that got to the quarter finals by doing things like swinging bins from their ears and playing with a chainsaw? They're friends of James and they're getting married today. Problem is, Corey's grown out of any smart clothes and I suppose I need to unearth some shoes that aren't crocs. I know, my life, so hard.
To end, Dine did this and asked what my loves would be.
I love -- my boys, my dog, my cats, my fish -- even if they are boring, my sister, my brother, my mam, my dad, my nieces, my nephews, my nanna, my in-laws, products from Lush, books that grab my attention and don't let go, short fic, long fic, fic that makes me laugh/cry/marvel at how talented people are, music turned up loud, driving with the windows down and listening to a good CD, my red fuzzy blanket on a cold day, being inside and watching the rain, the ocean, waves crashing against the shore, my friends -- both off and online, long email conversations that just keep going, insane comment conversations, laughing, seeing hotair balloons on the horizon, hot chocolate, potato salad, hugs, seeing people be happy, squee posts -- whatever the fandom, when you're writing and the words just flow.Friday nights which are for pizza and the Big Brother eviction show.
Plus multiple more.
