Above photo is of Floriade, the flower festival in Canberra that is on for the next few weeks. Yup, those bands of colour are all tulips!
Well, I am home and the kitties and houndus are not. Reason being, I have returned only briefly, for Dungeons and Dragons. I play a gnomish cleric (a cleric that is a gnome, not a particularly gnomish one by demeanour) and I keep getting told off for doing girly things, like buying icecream for the seven-foot-tall warforged. I was only introduced to D&D this year, and I love it. We're playing Eberron.
It's probably a good thing that my critters are staying with my mother. I am hosting us this time, and I asked Sim what he can/can't eat. He replied:
"I can't eat gluten, or mammal protein."
Mammal protein? Okay. I am used to food fiddling (with a diabetic sister, and a gluten/dairy intolerant mother, you have to be), but how exactly do they test mammal protein? Is is all mammals? What about monotremes? Could one, per se, have platypus milk? Eeesh. I know what food I'll organise, though, and it will be dairy, mammal and animal-in-general free. So if he's not being snuggled up to by my extremely mammalian critters, then hopefully all will be good.
See, wonderdog loves men. I think it's partly why I have a regular fling, not a regular b/f. Whenever men come over, as soon as they sit down, a ball of chihuahua-cross that looks like Ren, smells like wet dog even when she is dry, and sheds like a demon, plonks itself lovingly on their lap and licks them. Maybe they're worried that's what the children would look like. I've only met one who liked her, and he had already got himself a girlfriend. Dammit.
Knitting update - I bought more yarn! Bright green tencel! Yay me! And I bought some pretty dyed ribbons to tie the almost finished bolero shut when I have finished it! Will post pictures when it is light enough for my shitty camera to pick them up.