Poor Guy can’t get any rest with Kate’s incessant squawking. And I am having no luck with the nap idea so far. Might as well send a little more Guy–the lighter side– your way this Guyday Friday. Enjoy! I’m gonna veg.
I don’t think he’d ever be unemployed in that line of work, do you?
Of course we know you were first, Sir Guy. Nobody can out-glam you, our dear Dark Knight.
Oh, come on, when he’s looking at you like that, what else can he expect??
Her time at the castle could have been so much more enjoyable.
The world-weary Hot Velveteen Henchman has seen it all.
Thoughtful . . . with a hint of smoulder.
Alpha male intensity–verging on a smirk . . .
Crinkles and concern. So irresistible.
Hopeful . . . questioning. *sigh*
Suspicious . . . yet ridiculously hot.
The smouldering smirk in the making.
If only she’d had the Good Taste Gene. Or better sight and hearing. Or been smarter. Oh, if only.
Marian, you’d have been his queen. Cherished, adored and very, very loved-up. If you know what I mean . . . so stop trying to kick his arse and start–appreciating it. If you know what I mean . . .
Ladywriter has added to her group of ChaRActer action figures. Yes, now she has the smaller version of Little Thorin. She calls him Littler Thorin and he’s adorable. But fiercely adorable, she assures you.
Little Guy is thrilled. Bet you can guess why . . .
Little Guy: *smirks* Well, now. No more feeling as if I need to put those silly lift thingies in my boots the way the CReAtor had to do for his Hobbity film anymore.” *sniffs* “Ridiculous that they made that first dwarf taller than–ME!
Ladywriter: Little Thorin was only a tiny bit taller than you, dear LG.
Little Guy: *shakes head* He’s supposed to be a dwarf. Whereas I am–well, you know.
Ladywriter: I know. The Great I Am. In a portable version.
Little Guy *smirks* Damn straight! So, are you going to take me to Comic-Con?
Ladywriter: Are you boys all going to get along together?
Little Guy: Oh, I–suppose . . . *manly sniff* If I absolutely MUST.
Ladywriter: You absolutely do if you have any hopes of traveling to sunny SoCal . . .
Little Guy: *grumbling slightly* Uhmmmm. Very well. I shall be a very good boy.
Ladywriter: *thinking* Well, miracles can happen.