On Tuesday, I was watching a Star Trek: TNG two-parter when Himself returned earlier than I'd expected him from his chorus rehearsal. He saw the TV as he came in, and before the door had even closed behind him, he said "There! Are! Four! Lights!" (Not that he has instant recall of every TNG episode, but as he points out, there are only so many with Picard and a Cardassian in that sort of room.) "Sure," I said, "but five if you count the gaslight."
In other news, Body Shop's raspberry body butter smells lovely and warms up really nice on my skin also.
In other news, Body Shop's raspberry body butter smells lovely and warms up really nice on my skin also.