(I see how this goes. I pray that you don't get trampled and you pray that I don't burn down the building a la Meredith. But I really am feeling screwed over this Christmas. My Non can fucking cook like nothing else and she's denying me that this year. I'll take lumps and lumps of coal if it means I get one plate of my Non's cooking.

That was like the original fic I rooted for, wasn't it? And I didn't notice your icon at first so I had to scroll back up to the top to check and, holy crap, I never thought I would be so happy to be threatened by a gun and ball of electricity. How's it going?

And, I just dumped three large separate piles of clothes into one humongous pile and now I'm just sitting here. I'm hoping if I stare at it long enough that it will just disappear. Or form a monster and devour me. Either one works for me.)