Or so we think, anyway.  A certain biological phenomenon (one with a particularly vile name), vacated its locus this morning, and so we’re taking an “any day now” tack on the ol’ S.S. Uterus.

“Ze mucus?“

I’ll tell you this…  That’s a weird way to wake up.

In other news, there was an influx of packages yesterday.  The dresser for Daphne’s room was finally delivered.  There are no pictures of this because I was told that it was in a box, and I simply can’t bear any more furniture construction right now.  I’ll get around to it before she’s dressing herself, I’m sure.

Also, GLaDOS 2.0 showed up in the mail yesterday.  And it has the exact same problem as the last version.  (It refuses to connect to my wi-fi.)  Very frustrating.

And finally, my first Loot Crate showed up yesterday as well.

Ominous.

“What is that, a phoenix t-shirt?“

Even better!  A D&D ampersand shirt…

These will come in handy in a hospital room.  (And yes, Wesley is the King of Hearts.)

GoT fridge magnets.  (“I am Tywin.  Hear me roar?)

A D20 Dragon bowtie. 

What the hell is this?

Oh right.  An inflatable crown.

Behold, the Mad King of West Housteros.

j.s.