Okay, you know, the really horrifying part of badfic isn't the badfic, it's the comments on the badfic. (Well, sometimes the badfic is a bit horrifying, but it's more amusing than painful on the whole, most of the time.)
So we went to shop for china while we were in town because I broke wax's last Ikea teacup, and there are two new colours of Teema! They're called turquoise and sand. *__* Wax was like "Do you regret our color choice?" But turquoise and sand are just trendy colours whereas we will both no doubt love green forever. Although I did sort of flit around being like "What about green and taupe - or green and blue? Or green and blue and stripes!" She was tolerant. I - seriously, man, dishes. They're so great. I love dishes.
Sofia brought her bad, bad little dog over and he terrorised Perry in his well-meaning cheeky terrier way as usual, and we sat at the kitchen table and drank tea and talked like grownups instead of watching tv, for once. I taught Sofia to make paper cranes out of the pages of a Clas Ohlson ad flyer. It did finally stop snowing, too.
So we went to shop for china while we were in town because I broke wax's last Ikea teacup, and there are two new colours of Teema! They're called turquoise and sand. *__* Wax was like "Do you regret our color choice?" But turquoise and sand are just trendy colours whereas we will both no doubt love green forever. Although I did sort of flit around being like "What about green and taupe - or green and blue? Or green and blue and stripes!" She was tolerant. I - seriously, man, dishes. They're so great. I love dishes.
Sofia brought her bad, bad little dog over and he terrorised Perry in his well-meaning cheeky terrier way as usual, and we sat at the kitchen table and drank tea and talked like grownups instead of watching tv, for once. I taught Sofia to make paper cranes out of the pages of a Clas Ohlson ad flyer. It did finally stop snowing, too.