In addition to this, I may have slipped down the stairs and may now be sitting around with a swollen ankle, elevated and with an ice pack. Sigh. Oh well, it gave me a fabulous excuse yesterday not to do any housework which I was planning to do (no, really, I was... well, planning anyway), and I got to sit around and read and hang out with my lovely housemates. At least, the ones who are left.
Miss H and her little sister, Fluffy O'Bunny and Tim and I all ended up having dinner together and playing Ghost Castle which gets us all excitable and juvenile, and shouts of SKULL! could be heard throughout the house. I got killed once and then lost. But you know, all's fair with love and, erm, ghosts. After that Miss H and her little sister made banana bread and chocolate truffles for our delectation (recipes will be posted. Yes, yes, they will):
Meanwhile back in the other part of the kitchen, I made Tim draw things. I didn't force him, I made just made some subliminal comments, honest, and he obliged. Where was I in all this? I....was sitting down with an ice pack. Rock n' roll.
I knew it! I knew Tim couldn't last long without drawing ninjas!
This last one is not to be confused with a normal ocelot. Normal ocelots are still pretty fantastic, as shown by Immy is Thinking here:
Oh the awesomeness, I just can't cope with it. I'm going to put my feet up and get an ice pack.