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Jul. 19th, 2012 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220Happy Birthday JR. Though the chances of you reading this message are roughly slim to none, a thing for which we are all deeply thankful. Given as you spent twenty minutes of dinner trying to remember the names of actors from LOTR and only came up with “Morgan Ventimeyer” by which we THINK you mean Viggo Mortensen but “That one who does the swordfighting” wasn’t much help.
I am currently drinking very, VERY nice red wine.
Very nice.
Very very nice.
The thing about red wine is that for the first glass I'm never that invested in. By the second I have the taste. By the third I want MOAR and by the fourth I'm no use to anybody because I'm in a corner giggling to myself because I just thought of something REALLY dirty about Benedict Cumberbatch (Happy Birthday to him too, by the way. Little crab! He needs to have babies... cute little ginger babies. Oh, god I would squee so hard.)
I may or may not be (totally am) on glass #3 right about now. Except I've run out of wine. *sadface*
By the way, does anyone want to beta a Cabin Pressure fic? It's gen but probably requires knowledge of 3x6 (St.Petersburg) and I promise not to send it to you till I'm sober. Mostly cause I have a list of edits I need to make and didn't get time today because I spent a stupid amount of my afternoon making Shortbread for JR's Birthday present. (In part because I'm broke and we had the ingredients in the cupboard, and in part because his mum forgot to send him a card and it may not be HIS Scottish mum's shortbread recipe but it's someone's Scottish mum's shortbread recipe and it turned out ok so I'm calling it a win.)
I like JR's mum. She's probably the most pragmatic person I have ever met. If you have to aspire to something, I can think of worse traits.
I want more wine.
I am currently drinking very, VERY nice red wine.
Very nice.
Very very nice.
The thing about red wine is that for the first glass I'm never that invested in. By the second I have the taste. By the third I want MOAR and by the fourth I'm no use to anybody because I'm in a corner giggling to myself because I just thought of something REALLY dirty about Benedict Cumberbatch (Happy Birthday to him too, by the way. Little crab! He needs to have babies... cute little ginger babies. Oh, god I would squee so hard.)
I may or may not be (totally am) on glass #3 right about now. Except I've run out of wine. *sadface*
By the way, does anyone want to beta a Cabin Pressure fic? It's gen but probably requires knowledge of 3x6 (St.Petersburg) and I promise not to send it to you till I'm sober. Mostly cause I have a list of edits I need to make and didn't get time today because I spent a stupid amount of my afternoon making Shortbread for JR's Birthday present. (In part because I'm broke and we had the ingredients in the cupboard, and in part because his mum forgot to send him a card and it may not be HIS Scottish mum's shortbread recipe but it's someone's Scottish mum's shortbread recipe and it turned out ok so I'm calling it a win.)
I like JR's mum. She's probably the most pragmatic person I have ever met. If you have to aspire to something, I can think of worse traits.
I want more wine.
