Shameless plugging of one's own birthday, wot wot.

I was starting to type this when I was rudely interrupted by A LARGE BEE WASP HORNET THING. *SWINGS AT BEEWASPMORT*

Avada Kerolledupmagazine. Poor lost scared flying monster. Well, that was probably not a good move on my part. The magazine connected and the thing fell behind the stove. Fine. I wasn't planning on exploring that territory in the near future. The last time I seriously looked for something behind the stove I slipped down, got wedged between the wall and appliance, and caught my sleeve on a gas-pipe-looking-thing. I was stuck there until Mr. Orange got home from work. Thankfully, he did not take pictures. Or his sweet time.

But since I am so enormously responsible and coordinated, I will not be trapped behind the stove tomorrow, I will be celebrating my birthday with a nice quiet sensible dinner and drinks with colleagues.*

*One of whom has promised me a milkshake with a candle in it and real singing if I behave myself tomorrow.



...and I hate to beg but there's something I love and miss and need terribly. It's Remus. And Sirius. And RemusandSirius. If you have a fic rec, an old classic favorite or some new delight, it would sure delight me. I miss the boys in summer and ye gods, I itch for dogdaysofsummer to start again on the first. Impatient and childish, me ? You jest. I am a full-grown adult ladyperson.