I know I’m cheating. Some days I just wanna snog ‘im.
Happy to have another go if curlyminx too disgusted.

crusty, but tasty

And it’s over to curlyminx.

I’m knackered, and my world isn’t the loveliest of places today, but here you are. Mmmmmmmm.

Just in case anyone other than Deb checks in here, i.e. for the benefit of Mrs Dawson: 3.15pm was traditionally the time in my programming days when I would start typing with my nose. To distract from this moment, Deb & I started the 3.15 Fantasy Break. It doesn’t have to be the best ever, just enough to perk one up for the remaining time at work. I expect my output to be brief and, frankly, never at 3.15, because at that point, I’m usually rushing St Anne-wards, but I thought it would be good to put a marker down.

I know, it isn’t 3.15, and the link I have is pants, but here goes: Gio giving Betty soulful “I want to be the guy” looks at the high school dance they were chaperoning (the link is not the look, but it’s a vague indication as to what I’m on about) in the last episode of the last season shown here.

This was my inspiration to re-start the 3.15. Ball’s in your court, Deb.

And Kaggs (& anyone else who’s confused), I’ll explain more when I’m not at work….