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So, for those who are not tuned into my brain...
Imagine, if you will, that you got up a little late today. You wandered around, feet cold (this is where socks would be useful, but you're tired of always wearing socks), until you had stamped, addressed, and signed your money away to pay for a certain speeding ticket.
You open the door to the porch (still sockless, which meant you bitched a lot about how it was going to hurt), to discover a package behind the screen.
After placing your incriminating ticket in the mail, you grab up the box and yelp and dance back in.
It's an Amazon box. You have resigned yourself to it belonging to one of your roommates. Until you notice that it has your name on it. Surprised, and rapidly amused, as the Amazon is crossed out (omfg, it was SO MUCH COOLER than Amazon!), and it is from Trinity College. Trinity, you think. There are a few. One is in the cold north. One is in the south (where it's warm, and they only get snow every twelfth winter).
You are reminded that Liz and Valeah have been crafty and secretive. You begin to giggle.
(You do not, however, find protective gear in case the box explodes)
There is a stargate drawn on the box. That giggle pops out again. Especially when you note the warning to not count the chevrons. Never one to obey rules, you count them anyway.
Now comes the difficult part. Your father tapes things less, and thus, you need a sharp implement. The knitting needle (you keep forgetting to find the second ball of yarn so you can finish the damned scarf) punctures only part of the tape. You needs must find a knife. Luckily, the dishes are clean. However, your first grab produces a spoon. Unconsciously quoting Crocodile Dundee, you drop it back in and grab the black-handled serrated knife from further back.
The box is quickly opened, and you move back to the living room, since, well, it's brighter in their. And your eye sight doesn't work well in the dark.
The contents of the box are red and fuzzy and fluffy (and currently reside around your shoulders). There are notes. They cackle at you and make you laugh again, and wish you a happy half-birthday (which is tomorrow, which feels weird, and you feel old, but in that creaky "I am so cool" way, which is weird).
You laugh aloud, and promise to write more fic (featuring the adventures of a notorious stuffed yellow elephant) that features children (maybe) and Jack and Sam (definitely) and John and Aeryn (yup) and Liz and Shep (also definitely).
Then comes the hard part. Where does the yellow elephant deserve to reside? You sadly remove Jean from tormenting Hicks (poor boy), and move Dot over (Anna Valerious will be just fine, she shall torment John Green on the bar), and perch the elephant on your monitor. Dot is now flirting with Hicks. And the elephant is graciously ruling all.
You then bounce with glee, as your week is now looking so much more up. And you might actually not be cold...
At least until you forget your red blanket....
This story is brought to you by Lyssie, with the able, and gleeful fabulousness of Liz and Valeah. I am now going to go make coffee.
Squee!
You open the door to the porch (still sockless, which meant you bitched a lot about how it was going to hurt), to discover a package behind the screen.
After placing your incriminating ticket in the mail, you grab up the box and yelp and dance back in.
It's an Amazon box. You have resigned yourself to it belonging to one of your roommates. Until you notice that it has your name on it. Surprised, and rapidly amused, as the Amazon is crossed out (omfg, it was SO MUCH COOLER than Amazon!), and it is from Trinity College. Trinity, you think. There are a few. One is in the cold north. One is in the south (where it's warm, and they only get snow every twelfth winter).
You are reminded that Liz and Valeah have been crafty and secretive. You begin to giggle.
(You do not, however, find protective gear in case the box explodes)
There is a stargate drawn on the box. That giggle pops out again. Especially when you note the warning to not count the chevrons. Never one to obey rules, you count them anyway.
Now comes the difficult part. Your father tapes things less, and thus, you need a sharp implement. The knitting needle (you keep forgetting to find the second ball of yarn so you can finish the damned scarf) punctures only part of the tape. You needs must find a knife. Luckily, the dishes are clean. However, your first grab produces a spoon. Unconsciously quoting Crocodile Dundee, you drop it back in and grab the black-handled serrated knife from further back.
The box is quickly opened, and you move back to the living room, since, well, it's brighter in their. And your eye sight doesn't work well in the dark.
The contents of the box are red and fuzzy and fluffy (and currently reside around your shoulders). There are notes. They cackle at you and make you laugh again, and wish you a happy half-birthday (which is tomorrow, which feels weird, and you feel old, but in that creaky "I am so cool" way, which is weird).
You laugh aloud, and promise to write more fic (featuring the adventures of a notorious stuffed yellow elephant) that features children (maybe) and Jack and Sam (definitely) and John and Aeryn (yup) and Liz and Shep (also definitely).
Then comes the hard part. Where does the yellow elephant deserve to reside? You sadly remove Jean from tormenting Hicks (poor boy), and move Dot over (Anna Valerious will be just fine, she shall torment John Green on the bar), and perch the elephant on your monitor. Dot is now flirting with Hicks. And the elephant is graciously ruling all.
You then bounce with glee, as your week is now looking so much more up. And you might actually not be cold...
At least until you forget your red blanket....
This story is brought to you by Lyssie, with the able, and gleeful fabulousness of Liz and Valeah. I am now going to go make coffee.
Squee!
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*goes to write fic, because, well, there should be fic*
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Yay for birthdays!
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