Um. Over the last couple of years, I think my grasp of narrative has weakened a little. See? It's not just dates.
Look! OMWF Buffy is using her apostrophes incorrectly, and I know that even she knows better than that. Nope. It's allll me, baby.
Okay, this was supposed to be some compensatory pr0n, but I think my guilt has rubbed off on the dolls . . .
And I can't even tell you what's happening here. The doll tea party, wifebeater Spike tending the tiny cast iron stove . . . I got nothin.'
Let's try some threeway action again. That never fails, amirite?
Sigh. So much sorry.
HAPPY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, PHILIPS! ::throws arms wide and sings "I Can't Give You Anything But Love, Baby" until head falls off:: I hope it was a good one! I will be sending you an almost (but hopefully not quite) equally shameful assortment of things that I've been collecting for your *cough* birthday box. I LOVE YOU, MAN! SO MUCH! THIS YEAR I WILL SEE YOU AND WE WILL DRINK BOJITOS AGAIN. CAPSLOCK VOW WITH PINKY SWEAR!