ode to gaspode →[More:] actually it's just a big ol' thank you.
It's as if she knew i'd get up from sleeping in and answer the door half dressed with weird collapsed party hair to scare the bajingles out of the delivery guy.
Yes, bunnies do need books and if chins could kill, they would do it in your name.
i haven't looked at my wishlist since i offhandedly did it, and, of course, you would have the divining powers of style on your side to pick the one thing that i might really want, practically making up for weeks of crap.
As if i need more of a reason to hold a 'spode on high: i toast to you, science and you've made my month.