pleh me please!

because I am ungodly lazy and yes...a little slow, *eyeballs you sternly--no laughing in the back* how do I do that invisible to all but me comments thing, because this year as Bob is my witless, I mean to send x-mas cards, and I'd like your addresses...es....es. Yes. So--help? *puppy eyes*

ETA: thank you dearest ones! I have been answered! *looks around all sheepish*

So...

Mr. Roxy and I voted, came home and celebrated voting, because everything is better when it ends with a celebration, no? And behold, the lovely icon courtesy of my beloved betrue also a cause for celebration!
Oh, Mr. Roxy, honey....

x-mas cards!

If anyone would like a christmas card--nothing hand made mind you, I don't do that sort of thing since I stopped channeling Martha Stewart--yes. I was the Black Martha Stewart--I could tell you nightmare stories of home craftiness, oy! the kind of stories that make you wake up screaming in the night--"The leaves must be painted by hand and wired to the trees--what does that bitch Mother Nature know??!!"

*koff* so, cards yes...please leave your name and address if you want to get a card from me! *beams, crosses fingers, hopes she manages to actually do it*

fic post mariposa

Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: n/a—but I’m hinting…
Rating: 2
Summary: This piece of fiction is just that.

Poor Clark...is it just me, or am I kind of...mean? *sniff*

( Life On Mars--Reach )