Poor banshees
Today I have so far gotten gotten bugger all done, due to my son having his first real fever of his life. Poor we chap is lolling about like a sack of potatoes, running a temp of 39.2. I daresay I'd be a bit potatoey with that kind of fever, too. The doc says he'll be fine, btw, but all dad-time is cancelled for the next few days.
As for this:
Hah! I haven't gotten anything from Forge World for my birthday*. Not a bean, matey. So hah! Hah! And thrice hah! Oh, and thank you for the kind words re: birthday. 35 years old. Whoda thought?El Purplerillo wrote:BTW A little bird tells me that pleasent wishes for the anniversay of your birth are in order. Consider yourself congratulated. What did you get as a pressie? FW stuff?
*OKthisistehnicallyonlybecauseithasn'tarivedyetbutlet'snevermindthatshallwe?
