Last weekend we did some traveling and James printed out heaps of fanfic for me to read in the car. (Of course, I talked to my hunky hubby in the car and snuck off to a corner at the relatives place to read in peace, but I digress...) Anywho, on the way out my toddler dumped all the fanfic on the floor so I got to read the "The End... Not" part first. Needless to say, I wasn't fooled one bit.
He didn't, however, print out 24/23 so I'm still waiting for the true end. But I enjoy a good Tank ending as well as the next gal. (Although without an explosion, it wasn't really a Tank ending--was it?)
Anyway, congratulations on the pregnancy, Dimitrius John. (And as a complete aside, I'm shocked that James would say, "D*ng." Normally, he says "Cr@p." Although I'm the one who said "Cr@p" loudly and repeatedly yesterday and got the toddler yelling "Cwap! Cwap, Dowwy."
Elisabeth
off to read 24/23
