Cock and buggery ...

[blamebrampton]

I need a house-elf. Or 28 hours in a day. What I will actually DO is sew clothes from fulled flannel rather than linen, since the former requires less hand-sewing. HA!

In other words, you, dear flist, are no help in managing my time. Stop being so interesting! Finally, for anyone who braved the dreadful fic (WHY?) I am sorry that I am behind in replying* but I hope that you are as horrified-ly fascinated by this comment from acromantular  as I was: 
You know, I was just reading about birthing pools, and came across the phrase "the aftermath looks remarkably like a shark attack in the toilet." Just wanted to share.


* I am disgustingly behind in all comments, not because I don't appreciate all of them, but because I would like to say something personal back to everyone who is kind enough to take the time to say something to me. At the moment, my conversation consists of 'Urgh', 'Hot!' and 'Water!' Am slowly getting there, very very sorry ...

Comments

[pingrid.livejournal.com]

I haven't read the mpreg yet! And I haven't drabbled the things I'm supposed to drabble or written up the peen words I know - I am made of fail! But maybe, just maybe I will also soon be made of large mortgage and new flat, which would be at least half win.

I have no idea where my brain has gone, but if it turns up at your end, tell it to go home! :)

*sends you cooling breezes and iced drinks*

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I've not drabbled yet, either! QUICK! (Well, ficlet probably, it is me, after all ...)

YAY for housing! And get on with the willy words young lady, we have a duty to educate!

Oh Hai Pin's brain! The sun has gone away and we have only stinky humid rain here, no fun, go back to Oslo! (Mmmm, iced drinks, ta luv!)