In other news, I'm sitting on my shiny new leather sofa, and it's comfy like whoa and smells So. Good. Remember the check I thought we'd gotten for our state income tax refund? I was apparently mistaken about us having received it at all, and the Hubby was mistaken about us cashing it, because it came in the mail yesterday. How...odd.
In light of my flamer apparently having a problem with Spike/Fred, I'm seriously thinking about writing about six Spike/Fred drabbles and posting them all at once to the appropriate drabble collection. As she has put me on Author Alert, that will mean six emails in her inbox letting her know that I've posted something new. *evil laughter*
So, flist. Give me prompts. I'll take the first six. Because I'm mean that way.