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saoneDecided to do a little retail therapy, but instead of the books and lip glosses I was planning on, I ended up getting flowers.
Half dead, on sale fowers.
Which would be okay, if it didn't mean that sometime over the next day or so I'm going to have to plant them. And once I'm out there I'm probably going to see a million things that need to be taken care of, since I haven't gotten anything at all done in the yard yet this season. So, by the end of the weekend I'll probably have a trillion bug bites, be completely loopy from the sun, and not be able to breath through my nose thanks to my allergies.
Aaaaand, I just had a major sneezing fit just thinking about it. Joy.
*sigh*
I need a yard boy.
On to CSI squeeage. Everything's nice and vauge, so no spoilers...
Greg: Me?
Sara: Him?
Doc Robins rocks! Oh, yes he does. *g*
genetic quirk *snerk*
"I have a theory. I'll keep it to myself."
“Want to talk about semen?”
*heart* Snarky!Gil
"Glad it picked the mouth."
And, next week... Oh, dear God, next week... 2 hours. Tarrintino. Mortal peril. Uber angst. H/C levels previously undreamed of. *evil!bounce* *evilbounce*
Half dead, on sale fowers.
Which would be okay, if it didn't mean that sometime over the next day or so I'm going to have to plant them. And once I'm out there I'm probably going to see a million things that need to be taken care of, since I haven't gotten anything at all done in the yard yet this season. So, by the end of the weekend I'll probably have a trillion bug bites, be completely loopy from the sun, and not be able to breath through my nose thanks to my allergies.
Aaaaand, I just had a major sneezing fit just thinking about it. Joy.
*sigh*
I need a yard boy.
On to CSI squeeage. Everything's nice and vauge, so no spoilers...
Greg: Me?
Sara: Him?
Doc Robins rocks! Oh, yes he does. *g*
genetic quirk *snerk*
"I have a theory. I'll keep it to myself."
“Want to talk about semen?”
*heart* Snarky!Gil
"Glad it picked the mouth."
And, next week... Oh, dear God, next week... 2 hours. Tarrintino. Mortal peril. Uber angst. H/C levels previously undreamed of. *evil!bounce* *evilbounce*
