Whether smug, smirking, or smouldering, disdainful or doubtful, complacent or in complete menace mood–I find you oddly irresistible and infinitely fanciable, Sir Guy. You always wear it well . . .
Here’s Jack, a cracker Jack of a grand little dog. Those eyes get me. And the floppy ears. And the freckles on his legs. And . . .
The lovely Seabee and her baby boy’s cute little freckled butt.
Mama Seabee is set to be spayed on April 24th through the Alabama Animal Alliance in Montgomery. We’ll have to have her at my cousin’s house at 5:30 a.m. that day (yawn!) and she should be back at Rock and Kandys’s house by 4:30 p.m. assuming all goes well. It will cost us considerably less to go through AAA and they have an excellent reputation.
(I should add we have a wonderful vet here who does a certain number of free and low-cost spay and neuters for pet owners in need of assistance. He’s also my former pupil and as nice a young man as you could hope to know.)
Thanks to RANet for the link to another RA goody.
This BBC lXtra Radio interview which was also videotaped (yes!), doesn’t cover a great deal of new ground but it’s interesting nonetheless–well, there’s the sight and sound of the lovely Richard, sure to brighten anyone’s Friday morning!
I even forgive Sarah-Jane Crawford for asking THAT question at the end. You know, the one about the C-I-R-C-U-S. He manages to laugh at it–even as we roll our eyes and sigh loudly.
And I am now entranced by the idea of wrangling Thorin’s rampant locks. I do need a job . . . and I always wanted to see New Zealand. 😀
Such masculine beauty in the midst of all your angst, my beloved dark knight.
As if. They will never learn. Of course, Sir Guy, you DO look very “come-hither” in your medieval go-go cage. Just sayin’ . . .
Menacing can be really sexy with the right equipment. And he’s got *it.*
Yes, I do believe the CReAtor read for the roles of both Sir Guy and Vasey. No offense, Keith, but I believe Mr. A would have had us even more enthralled with the Dark Side. But then–we’d have missed out on the six feet two inches of black leather-clad bodaciosity known as Sir Guy.
Says it all. Happy Guyday Friday!