Debbie is being evil and teasing me. She got her roll of film from Friday night's signing developed, and is taunting me about how well the photo of unca neil and me turned out. I want to see it. Now. And she stubbornly refuses to take off work in the middle of the day and bring it to my doorstep. Evil wench.
And speaking of wenches (how's that for a segue!), the Bristol Renaissance Faire opens this week-end. It's a rocking show, and my backflip boy does backflips all over the place as Oswald Jaggers, scourge of pirates everywhere. I will be following him around like a puppy all week-end, but if you see me, identify yourself and I'll try and pry myself away from my studmuffin long enough to chat.