I am not good at subtle, as anyone who knows me well will attest.
Nor am I a huge doer of Valentine's Day. But I did want a cuddly new guy this year...and I hinted to my husband, who didn't pick up the hints.
So I said, the other day, "I wanted you to get this for me!" and pointed to my new guy.
Who is now on my bookcase.
I call him Mandrake the Love Leopard.
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aawwwww....haha.
I am so jealous!
-SA
In honour of Rocco and Vlad I'd like to give Mandrake a surname, if he'll have it. I'm suggesting Mancini.
Mandrake "The Love Leopard" Mancini.
I can see him now, down at the Regal Beagle, wearing a medallion with his star sign on it and showing some chest rug.
In other news, I have a similar disorder to yours:
I had to buy my own sword and helmet at the York Viking Festival, but by then Sarah eventually got the hint and bought me a shield. She said she wanted me to be protected in combat.
This was fake combat, by the way.
And yes it was terribly romantic of her to take me to the Viking Festival for Valentine's Day, and it was almost a surprise (but I was stupid and figured it out).
And no I'm not subtle at all.
-Chella
"I can see him now, down at the Regal Beagle, wearing a medallion with his star sign on it and showing some chest rug. "
I am still laughing about this comment from chella. brings back all visions of Larry from Three's Company!Nice !!!
Hee hee!
Yes, isn't Chella cool??
I feel blessed to live in a world where evoking visions of Three's Company makes me cool.
Thanks.
Chella
PS - Does Mancini make the cut?
The Love Leopard?? Too funny! Love your sass!
Yes, Mancini makes the cut!
The Love Leopard, sadly, was not my own noun creation...it belongs to Paperchase. But I loved it!
So now he is officially Mandrake the Love Leopard Mancini.
ah, Kitty...when will you realize that for poor Sean (and perhaps moi) a "subtle" hint would be something like this: "I want that" with that being indicated by an outstretched finger, the object of your desire in plain sight. Any more subtle than that and you, I fear, are doomed to disappointment.
Hooray! My bestowing of surnames upon your feline companions continues! I'm like a one-woman Domesday Book. (No thou wilt no longyr be William ye barrel mayker from down the road, thou wilt be William Cooper, so sayest me.)
Anyway, Paperchase is awesome, no? There isn't one in Sheffield, nor is there a Muji. Luckily, my brain contains a tiny map with little flag pins in it, marking out all of the Paperchases and Mujis in the US and Europe, so that if I am traveling, I can make a small, stationery-fetish-related detour.
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