My coffee tastes rather weak this morning. I did check and there was coffee in the filter. But...I just realized...that maybe the fresh coffee is still in the grinder, and this is yesterday's grounds rehash. I'd go check but Lucy is lying in my lap, nuzzling my arm whenever it gets into view. (And that's Lucy in the userpic, so get your mind out the gutter. *g* )

Title: Every Second Fandom: Fairy Tail Characters: Natsu Dragonil and Lucy Heartphilia, Erza, Gray and Happy also appear Prompt: 074. Seconds Word Count: 465 Rating: PG Author’s Notes: Wow. I’ve never written anything like this before. It was quite fun, though. XD Every Second   In the first second, they had met for...

With Angela's disappearance, Coraline had been more sombre than usual. Lucy thought she could understand. Should someone she was so close to - that she considered family - vanish, it would upset her as well. It was why, after Halloween, that Lucy finally organised for the two of them to go on a proper adventure. They'd talked of the unicorns for so long, it seemed only right that they should go and...

Don't touch him-- [Metal scraping against metal. Running.] What the fuck is the big idea.

Well, I think so.  Even when it snows! in October! in London!  Lucy and I went out yesterday for a walk in Walpole Park.                                    It was really lovely outside, and Lucy slept very well afterwards.  She's spark out now, which is good - I need to finish the cardigan I'm making for Saturday night.  I've only got most of 1 sleeve and the neckband to go. We finished...

Oh, I do love dancing. Of course, while the victory itself was sweet, it wasn't half as sweet as the evening that followed. And now, Halloween approaches. My , I ought to think of a costume. Lucy , my dear, should we coordinate? We really do work better as a team, after all.

...were none to praise And very few to love:   A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! --Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When lucy ceased to bed; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! Here is an attempt, by me, to interpret this poem: It is about a woman who is not seen by many, but seen by the poet. The poet...

Adventures amongst Little House on the Prairie Prairie Portrait Our little half-pint prairie girl (played by Lucy)   Before the long drive to Walnut Grove , MN we caff-ed up. I know, The Ingalls’ wouldn’t have had a drive-thru Starbucks on their wagon train but mama needed her coffee.   In the PT Cruiser Wagon   Pretty colors...

Lucy is a citizen. It's clearly worn her out.

We had a very busy weekend with my parents.  Lucy was admired and adored by hundreds (several) people, which is, of course, how it should be.  She's growing up into a little show-off.  Just like her mum.  My parents forced poor Simon to look at the pictures of me as a child; obviously I was a beautiful model for my daughter.  Hem hem. She was exhausted on Sunday, having been up for many hours, so...