Happy Hogswatch, one and all!
Dec. 20th, 2015 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceTechnically it is Hogswatch Eve, but who wants to party on a Monday?
It is possible at this stage - twenty minutes into Hogswatch Party Observ'd - that there will be no party but us, because all we have is an otherwise empty house and the first can't-come-after-all regrets queueing up in our inboxes. But if nobody comes? I will not care. For it is Hogswatch, and K and I have heaped each other with prezzies, and the boys have new catnip mousies, and I have cooked a fuckton of porks, which makes me happy. Even if nobody eats it.
And I have a Mars passport, a passport to Mars, which m'wife and the rather brilliant Elizabeth Leggett have concocted with visas and all sorts. It is an act of genius, about which I will post more later.
There has been bourbon in my final coffee of the morning, but that may not be enough alcohol. Rain's over the yardarm. Perhaps I should open a bottle? The sound of a popping cork is sure to bring guests hurrying, hurrying...
It is possible at this stage - twenty minutes into Hogswatch Party Observ'd - that there will be no party but us, because all we have is an otherwise empty house and the first can't-come-after-all regrets queueing up in our inboxes. But if nobody comes? I will not care. For it is Hogswatch, and K and I have heaped each other with prezzies, and the boys have new catnip mousies, and I have cooked a fuckton of porks, which makes me happy. Even if nobody eats it.
And I have a Mars passport, a passport to Mars, which m'wife and the rather brilliant Elizabeth Leggett have concocted with visas and all sorts. It is an act of genius, about which I will post more later.
There has been bourbon in my final coffee of the morning, but that may not be enough alcohol. Rain's over the yardarm. Perhaps I should open a bottle? The sound of a popping cork is sure to bring guests hurrying, hurrying...