Oh, hurrah, you're back! I was getting downright peevish missing you, even though I knew, rationally, that you were doing Arduous Moving Stuff.
Thank you for the birthday greetings! I would love a Written Thing. Anything with Snape set in Grimmauld Place or Spinner's End would be fabulous, but really, anything would thrill me.
I love that your furniture and your house suit each other so beautifully. Clearly, this was all Meant to Be. As for the drainage, I've come to realize that we must use a lot more water than people of bygone eras did, because this sluggish drain syndrome seems to be epidemic among old houses. Hope yours gets fixed soon; and keep your fingers crossed that the ominous spitting-n-gurgling that happens in our kitchen sink every time we have the washing machine running isn't the sign of something apocalyptic, either.
A greyhound, a greyhound, a greyhound!!!111! I'm so envious! I hope the trial works out and that he seamlessly becomes part of your family and never has to worry his pretty little sleek head over any future lurking thugs. (And may the pepper spray grow dusty with disuse as well.)
If you accompany your conclusions about the physics and design of Grimmauld Place with hasty sketches and diagrams, I'll admire you twice as much as I already do, if that's possible.
Honey Nut Cheerios DO totally rock, and they don't tear up the roof of one's mouth the way Cap'n Crunch does.
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Date: 2006-01-30 04:38 am (UTC)Thank you for the birthday greetings! I would love a Written Thing. Anything with Snape set in Grimmauld Place or Spinner's End would be fabulous, but really, anything would thrill me.
I love that your furniture and your house suit each other so beautifully. Clearly, this was all Meant to Be. As for the drainage, I've come to realize that we must use a lot more water than people of bygone eras did, because this sluggish drain syndrome seems to be epidemic among old houses. Hope yours gets fixed soon; and keep your fingers crossed that the ominous spitting-n-gurgling that happens in our kitchen sink every time we have the washing machine running isn't the sign of something apocalyptic, either.
A greyhound, a greyhound, a greyhound!!!111! I'm so envious! I hope the trial works out and that he seamlessly becomes part of your family and never has to worry his pretty little sleek head over any future lurking thugs. (And may the pepper spray grow dusty with disuse as well.)
If you accompany your conclusions about the physics and design of Grimmauld Place with hasty sketches and diagrams, I'll admire you twice as much as I already do, if that's possible.
Honey Nut Cheerios DO totally rock, and they don't tear up the roof of one's mouth the way Cap'n Crunch does.