Today I drove through a flood and was so lucky that I didn't kill my engine. I just hit the right patch of traffic, if I had left later this morning, the road would have been closed off, just insanely bad weather.
I am getting into a smooshy mood, which leads me to wandering down memory lane and I'd get all gushy about HP fandom, but um, it is CRAZY, so I mean to post about all those bitches and hos I met through HP fandom and how now we all grope each other and get together to be a collective unit of awesomesauce.
Dude, I met ignited because of a Shoebox meetup in NYC. How random is that? It really cracks me up. She was dressed like Sirius. I was dressed like me. Truly the beginnings of a beautiful cracktastic duo. Where we indulge each other's obsessions and I can call her up to get talked down from a ledge when panicking over a fic or I can send back a beta to her and add comments about how she's an evil Wincester and she's going to hell (and then I request Sam going down on Dean because dude, I've already got real estate down there).
Ah, Harry Potter. I joined your sandbox for the Remus/Sirius fic (thank you, third movie!) and I kind of left you out of my own meh-ness over the sixth book. Which, maybe I should reread because wow, I am a slacker.
Instead I've got laundry to do. Sexy.