#but decided taxidermy because its what got me so into rats

[ratmoved]

Ive been meaning to change my lil theme for so long and i WAS gonna have another rat oc be my pfp again but the lil paws have me very happy so it stays

[poisonouswritings]

hiii so I have been thinking about this a lot, what would the reaction of M3 ( + whoever you want tbh, if you decide to add more ) be if they learn what MC had a pet on Earth with the exact same name as LIs ( or not only LIs ) and that pet also acts like them a lot? The pet was named before meeting LIs I mean, so its not named after them. so like how would MC introduce their pet to their LI? how would they live together?

what made me think about it is the fact that I got my cat before I knew about last legacy. cats name is Felix and after I thought about it he does act similar to the LL Felix (my love i miss him so much where is he). except all the reading and talking of course, my cat can't do that, unfortunately or not. "Felix, meet Felix. And Felix, meet Felix". that sounds silly but it is definitely what I would say.

also one of my online friends has a hamster named sage and they don't know about LL so that has been on my mind even more because. it is funny. sage the catman and sage the hamster (tiny).

sadly, no anisas were found by me...

I'd appreciate it if kept the cat as a pet for MC whos LI is Felix if you fid this request but its not necessary!

this is kind of a lot, sorry for rambling. hope you have a great day!

Man I've had this in my inbox for ages I am so sorry but I'm doing it now so there's that

Felix Escellun

Since Felix has had Stella (and to a lesser extent, Sage), he's already used to dealing with cats and stray fur.

Maybe your cat can't read, but he can certainly lounge around on Felix's lap, tangled up in the blankets, snoozing as Felix reads his romance novels out loud. Sometimes you'll be in the other room and hear him taper off and kinda go 'oh... Ooooh....' and then you hear your cat start meowing and Felix going 'No I absolutely cannot read this out loud!! You shall simply have to experience it for yourself later. I assure you it shall be well worth the wait' and then your cat kinda gives this resigned purr and you're just dying

You can also find them sleeping on the couch together, human Felix laying on his stomach and snoring and cat Felix laying on human Felix's butt and snoring

Cat Felix trying to find birds for Fe to taxidermy? Watching Felix go about his work? Perhaps has a little pile of dead bugs?

Anisa Anka

Let's say you have.. a... rat!

Anisa watches Ratatouille and becomes convinced your rat can cook... tries to let Rat!Annie help her make food by picking spices. It doesn't go well. Please have a fire extinguisher on hand.

Absolutely loves building mazes for your rat. Doesn't give her too many treats but usually has an extra one or two in her pocket. Speaking of, loves carrying your rat in her pocket. Sometimes Anisa sets up an obstacle course for herself alongside the rat one and they race. Winner gets a kiss from you and also a snacc

You know how when you tickle rats they can actually laugh? Anisa is fascinated. Rat!Annie squeaks up a storm. And when you tickle Anisa her fur goes all poofy and she also starts squealing.

Sage Lesath

While having a hamster would be funny, I'm gonna say you have a dog. But like a pomeranian so it's this little white ball of fluff.

Both very cuddly,,, both very loud,,,,, both very easily distracted by birds,,,,

Your dog is nosing you for attention so you lean down and you're like 'Awww Sage!! Who's my good little boy?' and Sage just appears out of nowhere to bop his head against your arm because He Wants Headpats Too >:(

Actually that happens a lot. You're combing Cat!Sage's hair and your dog comes over and starts barking because He Needs To Be Groomed Right This Second ! ! ! The two are constantly vying for your attention. Will growl/snap at each other sometimes. You can keep them in control with a few stern words. Then they both do the sad eyes/whimper thing. Puppies. Dorks.

Go to the park,,, play fetch,,,, they both go running off after the frisbee,,,,,

Both insist on sleeping in your bed. Your dog will frequently try to crawl in between you two to get ultimate cuddles.

Sage would try dog food, probably. Just out of curiosity. He ends up liking it.

[darksunrising]

Sola Gratia (3/?)

Masterlist

Rating / Warnings : General Audiences, no warning.

Fandom : Bram Stoker’s Dracula, BBC’s Dracula, various Dracula and vampire lore.

Part 3/? (2262 words)

Author’s notes : Eris starts to explore, and starts to understand castle and Count both hold some mysteries she is not sure she wants to resolve.

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My eyes fluttered open, and it took me a second to make sense of my surroundings. Sitting up with some difficulty, the soft mattress seemingly trying to keep me in, I set the covers aside, and threw my legs over the edge of the bed. The room was bathed in a strange light, almost green, and if the rain had stopped, the sky was still low with bulging clouds, threatening to burst open at any moment. The fire in the hearth had died out, only leaving a few red coals to shimmer softly.

I changed back into my new outfit. My usual clothes might have dried out overnight, but I had to admit I really loved the skirt. It had pockets, for hell’s sake. I had no idea what time it was, the dark skies making it impossible to assess the position of the sun. I figured if I were going to do anything, I might as well go check on the damage in my bag, which I decided to forget about last night. I left the room, trying to find my way back to the main hall. After a few hesitations and turnbacks, I finally found the main stairs, and reached my bag, still sitting near the door. As I feared, most of everything was soaked, even the food I’d taken with me. Had to throw that out, at some point. I found my phone, that I had miraculously put in a waterproof case. Still working, though on concerningly low battery, and had no signal. I sighed, and set it to extreme batter saver mode, hoping it would last until I could get back to civilisation.

I grabbed my remaining clothes to have them dry with the rest, and went to the dining room. There, the fire was still going strong, with a couple of fresh logs. At the end of the large banquet table, I was surprised to see a steaming pot of tea, and a plate of something close to scones, I believe. It was accompanied by a sheet of thick, high quality paper, folded in half to stand on its own, marked with my name in a neat, graceful handwriting.

“Dear Eris, I expect you had a pleasant sleep. I have left for the most of the day, and will certainly not return before dark. Please enjoy some breakfast, as you must surely be famished. Feel free to explore should you wish it, as I have left the keys for you along with this letter. I hope you will forgive me for my absence, and trust you will find the means for distraction. Your devoted host, Count Vlad Balaur.”

As I read the letter in a half hushed voice, warmth spread across my chest as I finished on his name. A glance at the table confirmed the presence of said keys. If I had to fumble through all of them every time I wanted to open a door, exploring just might take the whole day after all. I slipped them, along with the letter, in my pocket, and poured me a cup of tea. It was a different blend, black, yet flowery and soft. Perfectly well infused. The scones seemed to be fresh out of the oven, which made me wonder if he baked them himself, or had staff. I didn’t see anyone last night, but then again, it was late. If he was as rich as his house suggested, he just might. I figured I would look out for them. If anything, I had to compliment the chef. I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t eaten since yesterday at lunch, but eating these scones felt somewhat close to a religious experience.

After I became physically unable to eat any more, I decided to follow the Count’s idea, and explore. The castle was old, that much I could tell. I wasn’t an expert on architecture, but I was more or less convinced that the most ancient phase of construction had to be around the 13th, 14th century. The village probably built itself around it, so that would make some sense. Obviously, it had been updated, rebuilt, but the main structure was still visible. A lot of the rooms seemed almost… Stuck in time. A bit messy, crowded, as if the people who last left could come back any moment. Even so, the thick layer of dust dulling the colors made it clear that wasn’t going to happen.

I couldn’t help but feel some nostalgia. 15-year-old me would have been thrilled exploring a place like this. Not that I wasn’t, but at that time, I was so into urban exploration that I almost got dragged to the station a couple of times for tresspassing. My parents never knew, and just thinking of their reaction if they ever had had to go bail me out of jail for being a bastard goblin made me go into hysterics. Couldn’t help but picture my father, stilted up into some sad brown corduroy suit, mouth pinched in a lip-less line, having to pick up a ratty kid who just could not, would not, keep her grubby hands out of dangerous, rat infested abandonned houses. Or shut down psych wards, that one time. Pretty anti-climatic, that was. 

I stifled a laughter, and shut the door behind me. Most of the rooms were boudoirs, spare bedrooms and such. There was one large room, covered in hunting trophies and animal skeletons. This one interested me the most. Inside, I noticed it was close to a cabinet of curiosities. Glass and wood shelves hosted a variety of skeletons, egg and sea shells, fossils, even some weirdly misshapen baby animals, floating in yellowed jars. The taxidermied animals seemed almost real, and at any moment, I expected them to start moving around. One shelf, built along the whole length of a wall, was dedicated to various skulls, ranging from standard game, elks, boars and whatnot, to more exotic things. One in particular caught my eye. At first glance, I thought it might be human, but I was very quick to change my mind.

The skull seemed fine, strong jaw still attached to the cranium, even a bit of mummifies tissue still attached in some spaces. However, the teeth… The teeth made no sense. Too many, too sharp, like they had been filed into curved, pointy shapes you only see in great apes, or carnivorous animals. Reviewing every strange cultural rite that could explain such a bizarre thing, I started to feel more and more uneasy. I almost felt like it was staring at me from the shadows, behind the hollow eye sockets. Not necessarily wanting to linger any more, I slipped out of the room, and locked the door after a few tries. Just to be sure, you know.

I had visited most of the rooms, but still one was pinching my curiosity. If I understood right, I could see its windows from those of the corridor leading to the dining room. Tall windows, almost church-like. I passed its door a few times, but was never able to find the key that unlocked it. The mind works like it works, and by the thrid time, I was almost ready to find a way to pick the lock, or break it down. Frustrated as ever, I gave a kick to the frame, that made me repress a cry of pain.

“Well now, what has that poor door done to deserve this ?”

I nearly jumped at the sound of the Count’s voice. He was standing behind me, a manner which seemed to have become a habit on his part.

“It was resisting my best attempts to pierce it’s secrets, which is a grave offense in my book”, I replied.

“Ah, I am afraid it was entirely my fault”, he admitted, and produced a key from his pocket, twisting it between his long, slender fingers.

A mischievous smile playing on his lips, he unlocked the double doors, and pushed them open, dramatically turning back to face me, his coat flaring around him, arms open.

“Welcome to my library.”

The room was filled with the last rays of the sun, setting on the mountain ridge, under the clouds. It caught the dust the Count must have raised as he entered in golden specs, floating up all around him. Everywhere, bookshelves stretched out up to the high ceilings, accessible by ladders and small bridgeways. The floor was covered in richly woven carpets, and at every comfortable corner sat armchairs and reading tables, agremented with chandeliers. There had to be a lifetime’s worth of reading within these four walls, and for a moment, I was unable to even walk in.

As I finally regained control of my limbs, I stubled inside, jogging to the nearest shelf. Leather-bound books, stacks of rolled parchment, gilted, worn, intricate, small, large, I didn’t even know where to look first. There were so many different languages, I couldn’t even recognize half. I let my fingers trail along the backs of the volumes, deciding on which to pick first.

“Do you like it ?”, the Count softly asked, as if not to disturb my frantic search.

I turned towards him, unable to stop smiling. He looked almost surprised, almost moved. The sun caught his eyes, revealing their deep blue color. I noticed his hair was now dark as night, cascading on his shoulders. Not a single gray hair in sight. He looked almost exactly like his portrait in the dining room, now that I thought about it. He must have noticed my internal trouble.

“Is there something wrong ?”, he asked, stepping closer to me.

“Nothing”, I replied, shaking my head. “You seem to be… Well, for lack of better terms, younger than yesterday.”

“Ah, a bruise to my ego !”, he exclaimed as he carried a hand to his heart. “I know I have left my younger days behind, but I have yet to be an old man.”

It had been a dark, stormy night, and I figured that by candlelight, my mind could have played tricks on me. Maybe I had been expecting a lonely old man so much, that he appeared that way, in my slightly frostbitten mind. I decidedly turned my attention to the shelves, and picked a volume. A bit worn, but the dark green of the leather, and the tiny golden patterns still vivid on the spine. As I read the title, it had me laughing to myself. Ὀδύσσεια, Homer’s Odyssey, in the “original” speech.

“Do you read ancient greek ?”, the Count asked, now looking over my shoulder.

“I have had the misfortune of learning it. Since then, I fell out of practice, I think.”

I turned over the pages, the familiar words coming back to mind without having to really read them. It was with this story, and the Illiad, that my parents taught me. I knew them almost by heart at that point. His tall silhouette, behind me, felt almost protective. I was nearly tempted to let myself lean back against his chest. I could feel soft strands of hair brushing past my shoulder, making a shiver run down my spine.

“Are you cold ?”, he asked. “I am afraid these walls tend to not hold the heat very well. I could have a fire lit here, if you want.”

His tone was almost tender, concerned. I had no time to answer, before I heard the rustling of fabric, and felt the weight of his coat placed over my shoulders. His hands lightly slid down my arms, flattening the soft, tightly woven wool over me. The sudden warmth did nothing for my shivering, and I nervously turned another page. My finger slipped on the edge, which cut right through the soft skin.

I cursed under my breath, watching red bead at the cut, and run toward my palm. The hands of the Count, still over my shoulders, suddenly gripped them tight, almost enough to hurt me. I could swear I heard a growl from deep inside his chest. He took my hand in his, examining the wound. A slow stream of red came trickling down his own fingers. He was leaning closer to me, so much that I could feel his breathing on the nape of my neck, heavy, trembling.

“You should be more careful”, he told me, his voice barely more than a whisper, deep, and dark.

I turned back, freeing myself of his grip, and tried to step away. My back hit the shelves, my injured hand held up to my chest, the other still holding the book so tight my knuckles went white. He once again took my hand, this time holding a cloth to the cut, red slowly seeping into the white cotton. He kept his eyes riveted to the makeshift band-aid. They didn’t seem so blue anymore. He took a deep breath, which sounded almost like a snarl as he let it out. He whispered something in romanian I couldn’t make out, let go, and suddenly, he was gone. Leaving me breathless, confused, holding the now mostly red cotton square to my hand. The edges of the shelf dug into my back. I inhaled sharply, as if I’d been holding my breath the entire time, which could easily have been the case.

I closed the book, and slipped it back onto the shelf. The library was silent, if it weren’t for the faint sound of a crackling fire, in the hearth.

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Taglist : @carydorse @angelicdestieldemon @bloodhon3yx @thewondernanazombie @battocar @moony691 @mjlock

[blookmallow]

workin on skyrim houses.... i am steadily amassing all real estate in skyrim lmao

most of this is super old news now but i never got around to posting it so 

i hate that bag back there so much every single time i see it i think its a person for half a second 

moved my family to solitude and everyone seems happy 

fuck YES this is the kind of room worthy of my beautiful children 

i got TWO MORE MANNEQUINS who are both very unruly and frequently refuse to stand where they’re supposed to but i at least haven’t seen them move,

what is this room down here??? is my housecarl sleeping here?? why doesn’t she get a bed this place is enormous. lydia gets a bed. argis gets a bed. what the fuck is this nonsense 

also i built an alchemy lab for my wife bc she used to be an apothecary’s assistant and i thought she might like it and I DO ACTUALLY SEE HER USING IT which makes me enormously happy 

i dont know if your spouse just always makes use of the things in the house or if its a particular characteristic for muiri or not but i like to think she appreciates my efforts 

im not using this house for a whole lot yet its mostly for my family 

this isnt related to houses i dont know why this is in here but i dont feel like moving it, anyway this guy was offering what he clearly described as “meat pies” at the fire festival but then it turned out to be apple, which is probably because apple pies are the only ones that actually exist in the game’s coding as far as ive ever seen/they probably wanted to avoid this being The World’s Rarest Pie or something but its still :’) odd 

time to BUILD AN ENTIRE HOUSE!!!!! by MYSELF!!!!! 

I HAVE A COW!!!! LOOK AT HER!!!! COW 

i dont have a lot of progress shots of the falkreath property but it took a Very Long Time :’ ) its coming along great now though i think i just have a couple more things in the basement and it’ll be totally finished 

check out this sickass taxidermied skeever i got 

yEAH!!!!! SKELETON!!!! YEEAAHHHH

as it turns out, though, owning a house outside of the city is, uh. apparently very dangerous, because, in addition to the giants constantly going after my cows, 

SKEEVERS

I DIDNT KNOW THEY COULD GET IN THE BASEMENT 

man you dont really fully appreciate the size of these fuckers until they’re in your goddamn HOUSe

i didnt REMOTELY expect them to be in here so i didnt even notice them for a good few minutes, i was just like. fucking around sorting things or something when i suddenly noticed Movement 

for half a confused second i thought they were just like, hanging out and was momentarily very pleased with the new friends i had obtained before they all started attacking me :’) 

had to kill them, which is a shame because i would have absolutely loved to have random skeevers hanging out in my basement. why must we fight 

this also meant my basement was full of skeever corpses for a bit until they despawned lmao

but, ok, rats in the basement, giants getting in your yard, thats like, understandable hazards, i guess, but falkreath was not done with me yet

I HAD BANDITS COME BARGING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE

ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO DO THIS???? THEY CAN JUST DO THIS????

you have the option to move your family in to this house if you want to and im fucking glad i didnt, children cant be harmed as far as i know but they could’ve come in here and fuckign murdered my wife 

I MEAN I UNDERSTAND THATS. THE WAY THINGS ARE SOMETIMES IN A PLACE LIKE SKYRIM BUT COME ON NOW

aNYWAY, i and my. snarky dark elf friend from solstheim who was with me at the time killed them all and there wasnt much in this room so nothing important got knocked over or anything, i dont know where the fuck lydia was during all this bc she’s supposed to be guarding this house and she didnt do shit, but 

ALRIGHT. SURE. MY HOUSE IS FULL OF CORPSES AND THERES BLOOD SPLATTERED EVERYWHERE BUT ITS FINE EVERYTHINGS FINE WE’RE FINE 

the corpses and the blood disappeared the next time i came back here but. god :’) 

i bought the windhelm property a while ago and forgot about it/didn’t want to remodel it bc i didnt want to lose the fuckign butcher crime scene but finally decided to investigate it 

unless you choose to pay to have it cleaned up you do Not in fact lose the crime scene. you could potentially move your kids in here and still have blood everywhere. i m losing it 

welcome to my lovely home 

i feel like theres somehow MORE blood in here than there was before but i dont remember 

you can remodel the secret room into an alchemy lab without removing the murder debris which is VERY funny to me 

also very kind of the windhelm steward or whoever remodeled this for me to provide me with fuckign black soul gems,

arent these like. illegal

one of my mannequins got stuck in this ridiculous pose for a while and the helmet is absolutely not helping lmao 

[kaceybruce]

Inverness - Glasgow..

lifes a journey.. not a destination.. 

in our case.. for this part of the trip.. we should have made it about the destination.. 

we packed up from our B+B hotel.. loaded the car and was heading to Glasgow.. one night there.. then we were to fly out to Ireland early morning.. On our list was the Ben Nevis.. Glencoe.. The Dovers Inn pub which was on my to do list.. not Tiffanys ;) this way took FOREVER to get to Glasgow.. we left wiggle room in our schedule to see how we would feel and what we would want to do.. take the lovely highway all the way to glasgow.. a quick 3 hour jaunt.. or follow the river to grandmas house.. hitting up all those things on our list.. which took almost 6 hours.. 

ADVENTURE ALWAYS WINS!!

that was us in the morning.. by afternoon we were DONE.. the rain came.. lots of it.. and grey clouds dropped.. and visibility was bad.. especially when you want to see mountains.. its not ideal.. we dredged through.. with Ben Nevis on our GPS.. was lead into a town with construction.. pulled into the tourist area.. paid the fee to park.. dredged into the info center.. it was small and new and we were the only ones there.. decided to use the loo.. and quickly realized that people hike Ben Nevis.. its not just something to look at from the highway.. so we walked back out the car.. looked at the mountain.. and carried on our way.. 

we knew we were going to drive through Glencoe.. and wondered if we would know when we got there.. 

you know when you get there.. even in the vast fog and rain and cold.. it was beautiful.. 

this was the road.. for hours.. one lane.. lots of people on bicycles.. 

green green green.. my sister was also done with me asking her to pick up my camera and take photos.. this is apparently an annoying passenger task to do.. almost as annoying as watching her drink alcohol at every stop while I ordered diet pepsi.. let me ponder that one over ;) 

so tired.. and done.. its like camping.. you don't give a rats ass what you look like any longer.. a wet sheep dog it is.. 

we continued on to the Dover Inn Pub.. we were ravenous.. and stressed and I needed to stop driving for a hot minute.. I was vibrating with stress.. the windy roads had taken its toll.. 

there she was.. GPA told us she was coming.. The Dover Inn.. one of the oldest pubs in all of Scotland.. 

we walked in.. and it was everything I thought it would be.. wood walls.. comfy tables.. a bar with a horrid bartender that treats you like a tourist.. and taxidermy everywhere.. but it was all ok.. because we got a table in the room that had a blazing fireplace.. pulled up a 2 top.. and looked at the menu.. 

my favorite photo of the trip.. sunshine..lollipop! “Hey.. move your body I want a photo of the building without you in it” 

we ordered random comfort food and a couple joined the table beside us.. I will call her Karen.. we ended up chatting and chatting about their adventures.. and our adventures.. and then we came to one crucial conversation that immediately detached us from our fun loving new neighbors.. it went something like this.. 

Karen - “ How was inverness!? we are headed up there next!”

me- “ oh it was good! a bit too touristy for me.. but we hit up an archive center and it was life changing.. life changing!”  the food was meh though.. 

Karen - “ WHO TRAVELS FOR THE FOOD!!!!!!???????”

me & Tiffany - ( with our tired rainy  souls immediately crumbling to the ground in despairs) “WE DO KAREN ! WHO DOESNT!”

it was time to go.. we didn't need that negativity in our lives.. 

of course.. not before ordering sticky toffy pudding.. because. hello.. Scotland.. 

we got back in the car.. dreaming of hot coffee and bed.. we had our one “american” hotel in Glasgow by the airport.. we were debating training the 30 minutes into town but after more hours and hours of rain driving.. and getting looped around 4 times!!!! 4 .. to get to the rental car drop off.. we were done.. we stayed at  Holiday Inn Express literally in the hotel parking lot.. with the rental place being “ right around the corner”  driving through any airport is insane.. let alone on the wrong side.. in the dark.. long story short.. we were entering the round about to get out of the area and a taxi rear ended us.. it was awful.. it was his fault.. Tiffanys folder and phone flew out of her hands into the dah board.. my wrists immediately hurt.. remember .. we were in a tin can.. and Tiff yelled “ WE’VE BEEN HIT! WE’VE BEEN HIT!” It was awful.. the weird thing was I flashed back to my bad 16 year old car accident.. the one that has caused me life time of back pain and bathing my kids with that and my c section back has always been murder.. even to this day.. that was the first thought in my head.. isn't it funny.. I went.. fuck.. I already can't bath my kids.. 

I tried to start the car and it wouldn't start.. my foot must have jumped off the clutch and stalled us.. we pulled over and I thought to myself.. omg.. how is this totally damaged vehicle going to make it to the side of the road??? we pulled forward and got out.. and it DIDNT EVEN LOOK LIKE IT HAD BEEN HIT.. it was comical afterwards.. intact.. I am laughing my ass off right now remembering it.. Tiff woman’d up and asked for all his information while I stood on the side of the road like a deer in the headlights.. wondering how much this was going to freaking cost and insurance etc in a foreign country.. let alone the hospital.. should I go? I was in a lot of pain.. but should I ? I just want to go to bed.. my immediate defense mechanism.. 

long story short.. the sketchy guy tried giving us fake information. we walked back to the hotel.. soaking wet and hungry.. and annoyed and in pain.. sadly because I drive like my dad.. NO STOPS! Tiffanys bladder was really full and she had to go to the bathroom.. but she knows what I am like.. just ask her about our drive across Canada together ;) and she was holding it to the hotel that we could see from the rental car place.. and she ended up doing damage to her bladder and stomach.. 

so we head back to the hotel.. got our room key.. it was a great room.. laid down and looked over the Budget rental papers.. even though we were fully covered.. there were so many loop holes that I went.. NOPE.. not going to happen.. went to the bar and ordered a cider and food.. not even that hungry.. too stressed.. went to our room.. had the hottest shower imaginable.. went to bed with wet hair and mascara down my face.. this was a horrible idea for the early flight I had planned.. thin haired girls do yah feel me.. 

we had been wondering for a few days if our flight to Ireland was even going to happen.. as we were in Inverness Ryan Air went on a big strike and cancelled thousands of flights.. I kept looking for our flight number and couldn't find it.. praying the whole time it wasn't cancelled.. while also making up a Plan B plan if ireland was wiped.. where would we go then.. the night before the hotel I quickly remembered when my confirmation email popped up for Air LIngeus confirming our flight tomorrow.. that WE WERENT EVEN USING RYAN AIR.. 

doh.. moving on.. 

we had a flight to Ireland to catch.. an early one.. I always book things early to suck all the marrow out of my day.. then immediately regret it the day before the event.. 

we head to Glasgow airport.. checked in.. we were there so early.. they window wasn't even ready for us.. bought some snacks.. tried to find our gate.. looked outside the window as we were boarding.. saw a little propeller plane

JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL… 

at this point.. I looked up and said .. just take me now. just do it.. my body cannot handle any more stress.. I am done so .. I just mentally cannot think of another problem.. or how much my lower back hurts, I can't.. 

I looked at my claustrophobic sister and the propeller plane.. and she goes.. NO.. not happening.. and I said.. oh yes it is.. 

we boarded the plane.. who knew it was BETTER then our trans Atlantic British Airways flight.. turned on the air.. took a sip of water and took off.. 

we had another country to attend too..

ahhh.. Luck of the Irish..