Found my autographed photos of joy. Mitch Pileggi (guessing on the spelling of that, but you know, Skinner of the OMG Hawtness of bald sexy FBI mens), Gillian Anderson/David D. (I'm not even going to try to spell his last name, can you tell it's been a bit since I was all up in that fandom?), Joe Bob Briggs (please tell me you remember Monstervision?) and the beautiful Alan Rickman as Snape. Which still brings the occasional tear to my eye, because really... he's just so Snape.
Then DH brought home thirty dollars worth of cheap framing so that I can actually hang up the two greatest fanfic inspiring posters I've ever owned. My hard won Chamber of Secrets Snape with his potions ingredients poster, signed by Mr. Rickman. And my reproduction of the 1995 Rolling Stone Rock & Roll Yearbook - the one with Mulder and Scully Uncovered on the cover. That's right, M and S in bed and nekkid. The photo spread that inspired thousands of shippers back in the mid-nineties.
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DH is trying to get me in to see a Doc on Friday. They only allow day of appointments, at least that's the giant load of garbage they told him. Being female, I realize that one does not just decide that today would be a good day for a pap smear or a boob squish and call in for the hell of it so we shall see what the word is come Friday. By the time I actually get to see a doctor the pain should be gone. *keeps fingers crossed*
Then DH brought home thirty dollars worth of cheap framing so that I can actually hang up the two greatest fanfic inspiring posters I've ever owned. My hard won Chamber of Secrets Snape with his potions ingredients poster, signed by Mr. Rickman. And my reproduction of the 1995 Rolling Stone Rock & Roll Yearbook - the one with Mulder and Scully Uncovered on the cover. That's right, M and S in bed and nekkid. The photo spread that inspired thousands of shippers back in the mid-nineties.
DH is trying to get me in to see a Doc on Friday. They only allow day of appointments, at least that's the giant load of garbage they told him. Being female, I realize that one does not just decide that today would be a good day for a pap smear or a boob squish and call in for the hell of it so we shall see what the word is come Friday. By the time I actually get to see a doctor the pain should be gone. *keeps fingers crossed*