Riley LaShea & the Sink of Nasty
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Sorry about your plumbing problems, but even more sorry that it stopped the posibility of a fic update 🙁 Because on my last night in Germany, Barb and I could have read together, TOGETHER!! 😀
Anyway, when you get to it, on Skype is good too 😉
Happy New Year!
Oh please! I don’t believe for one second that you two were taking time out to check my blog. Or eat… or sleep… or bathe. Well, maybe to bathe 😉
I’m glad that you are home safe… but terribly sorry that you are home. As I’m sure you are. Don’t worry about that big pond. I hear it’s getting smaller.
W00t, 1/2 a butch point for me. Makes up for me being a softy about the mouse at work, I think.