The Return of Treat Night

[hellison]

Haven't done this one in a while have we?

So many crappy days of crapness seem to be being had today (hmm convuluted grammar). Thus Treat Night. Also, it's my only non-horse night this week. And possibly for the foreseeable future.

Have v. early start tomorrow, to be at airport for 6am to pick up teh Mother, so no alcohol (alas).
Instead -
Mudding, chocolate, long hot bath with book, letter writing, bed. Hopefully Early. With No Weevils.

Synchro-dancing anyone? We never did do that.

Comments

[thesme-01.livejournal.com]

What? NO WEEVILS??

*sulks*

[fragglechick.livejournal.com]

Would 6pm for the synchronised dancing work?

I'm working this evening, so have to leave flat at 7ish y'see...

[thesme-01.livejournal.com]

Hmm I am off to the Big Round Sister's exhibition opening, then dinnah, then home.

I will txt dance. Also need to think of an ending to my speshul story that involves saving everyone's dignity. Um. er. um.

[helleboredoll.livejournal.com]

The McCorley twins and seven other of their tribe lined up at the foot of hellison's bed. Hugh tapped the bedframe with a small, flexble baton to gather everyone's attention. From her lounging position across the bed, facing the line of weevils and Hugh, her shoulders and head pillowed in Callum's lap, his hands firmly holding her down and forcing her to watch, hellison writhed in horror. She tried to close her eyes, but Paul leaned gently over from his seat at the head of the bed next to Callum and politely pried her eyes open, giving her a reassuring smile and a thumbs up.

"Now, now, luvey," cooed Callum. "There are no victims here. You knew what you were getting into when you friended the weevil lot. After all, weevil is as weevil does."

Hugh cleared his throat monstrously. "Ready?" he purred. The weevils all wiggled their snouts in agreement. Paul straightened and leaned forward in attentive anticipation. Callum steeled his grip on hellison, snuggling her back more firmly into his lap as he settled in for the show. Hugh cleared his throat once more before beginning to hum a familiar tune, and in perfect time, the line of McCorley weevils launched into the synchronized steps of Riverdance. Hellison wept.

[being-here.livejournal.com]

Synchrodancing was great. Hope you're having a good treat evening.

I've ganked your vole and no nole pics btw

*cliques*

*VOLES*