So. Sign that my boy is growing up? While sweeping the floors, instead of sweeping up lost pieces of lego, I'm sweeping up lost guitar picks. And the eldest is off at university. Unbelievable. Where have the last eighteen years gone?
(Also unbelievable, her sex-ed talk at frosh week said that undergraduates have an average of three sex partners while they're at university. Three? Really? That seems, um, really, really low to me.
Apparently I'm a slut, because I thought about it this weekend, and gave up counting after 17.)
Yesterday I had the loveliest surprise: a box of hand-me-down presents from
nezuko , including the lovely blue silk scarf I'm wearing today, an awesome zebra print purse and the Best Rainboots Ever OMG. I can't wait for it to rain.
SGA has spoiled me for other fandoms, a little. I'm loving Inception stories, but the writers are (almost) all unfamiliar, and there's more immature writing out there than I'm accustomed to having to winnow out. I'm reminded that one of the things I love about McShep is the way they are written as adults.
I caught the finale of True Blood on the weekend, and also the premiere of
Lost Girl, which a friend is acting in, and has some of the same people behind it as Blood Ties, I think.