Happy Birthday, grandmofhelsing
, and bloodlette
. Of course, I'm currently typing this on bloodlette
's computer whilst she's at work. For her birthday, I seem to have really fucked up her dish-washer. Or it fucked itself up. In any case, I can't seem to think of any solution that doesn't involve buckets. And I certainly don't know what I’m going to say to her when she gets here . . .