Got to school and Wonderwoman’s first comment to me was, ‘You had a good weekend didn’t you?’…it was, admittedly a reaction based largely on my eyes, which were the size of golf balls this morning and oozing horribly (my hayfever has attacked with ferocity!) Now, her reasoning was faulty but I did have a damn good weekend; any weekend when I can legitimately run across a courtyard shouting ‘My Vagina’ for the Goddess in Pigtails to turn around and say ‘Oh hey Mish, yeah this is your fanny. It really goes with my bathroom colour scheme.’
I mean, how cool is that?
I should explain that she was holding a vagina sculpture of mine and carrying it out of the Dark Place (where apparently it had spent the night!)
Anyway I had such a good time at the dark place, I felt so happy and snuggly, it was as though, I don’t know, you know I don’t think I can explain how my happiness felt.
The Cthulhu was brilliant, I can’t believe Spike was the only one to survive after sitting in a corner grouching all night. But I won’t blog about the Cthulhu as that would bore people who don’t play.
Hurrah Adam says if Vicky agrees I can cast him! In plaster!