Stuff, and gloating

[pensnest]

Oxford.

Bah.

My husband just wandered in with a pillowcase very large bag of steaming popcorn. I was extremely tempted to say, Dude! in a reproving tone, but could not quite bring myself to do so. (I'm just too English.)

We spent the day at Pa-in-law's place. I did my best to persuade him that he doesn't *have* to 'work' all his waking hours and worry about what needs doing through half the night, but not at all to my surprise I did not succeed. I can't help but make the attempt, but he's never going to change. Oh well. Before we left the house this morning, the Pestilent Cat obligingly regurgitated her breakfast right by the sitting room door, just where the mess would be spread across the carpet if anyone opened the door. Good thing there was some kitchen paper on our side of the door, eh?

Musing: sudoku wrong, evil and addictive. Wastes nearly as much time as Photoshop, though (unlike Photoshop) can be done on loo.





















I may (whisper it, friends) have overdosed on Lance Bass icons last week, as he was the subject of *three* different ones. Meep.

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[pensnest]

Thanks! Yep, a lot of Lance... the *best * pictures were in the lance_challenge though, *everyone* made beautiful icons of those!