I have a neat spot in my hand where the skin just decided “dude, I’m done with you” and split. Just…split. Thanks a lot, skin.
Also: you guys, someone found my blog by searching “do they share spouses at renaissance festivals.”
I have a long list of things to blog about, including (but not limited to) the idiocy of the dogs and a whole discussion on the demonic THING I caught sight of in the bathroom at 3am…
But right now it’s Sunday afternoon and I’m unpacked-out for the weekend, watching the most excellently babe-a-licious Thorin Oakenshield kick orc ass until Game of Thrones starts. All my cleverness died when the POD showed up yesterday and we spent the day in an exhausting flurry of “bring in all the things!” punctuated by “rest the hot, sweaty, gross bones for ten minutes.”
I’ll be more fun tomorrow. Tonight, there will be cake. And probably some sort of dinner…as soon as I get husband to go pick up something for dinner.