Day The Thirtieth. Lotsa Stuff.

Yesterday my husband & I went up to that London to see a taping of one of our favorite shows, Harry Hill's TV Burp. We'd been to one before, but at a different studio. This was filmed at BBC Television Centre, where, basically, magic comes from. I have proof.

HOLY FUCKING CRAP IT'S A DALEK!!!!
You have no idea how scared I was in that photo. I ran away squealing as soon as it snapped. They scare me so bad.
And *THAT* is one happy Dr Who fanboy.
But wait.... it gets better.

Yep, that's right. We went in the TARDIS. Jealous? You know you are.

Also we peed in the National Portrait Gallery, which is the best place to pee for free in London, btw. And I got roasted chestnuts from a street vendor outside St. Martin In The Fields, which people have probably been doing in London since time immemorial.


Street urchin. I is one.

It was a wonderful day, but London always takes it out of me, magical though it is. I feel like warmed-over-ass today, physically and mentally.

Hub has the day off today, so we are sitting on the couch watching The Exorcist & I'm gonna carve some punkins later if I can muster the energy.

GUYS GUYS GUYS LOOKIT I WON!!!!!


Srsly, I am so squee-ee over that you have no idea.

Ok, Friday Fill-Ins time.

1. It was a dark and stormy night, typed Snoopy, atop his doghouse.

2. The only hand she had free was the third one sticking out of the side of her head; it looked weak, so I offered to take the books myself.

3. Rushing out, I apologized to the nuns while trying to cover my shame with a party hat.

4. Are you listening to that Shakira song again?...I think I heard a howl!

5. Shhhh... Lando Calrissian! Do you want my husband to catch us?!?

6. Take away these brussels sprouts & give me something good to eat!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to carving my punkins, tomorrow my plans include a trip to the inlaws', blergh...and Sunday, I want to spend all day recovering!