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[Jan. 18th, 2012|12:11 pm] |
Going just a little stir-crazy.
Spike, we're going out. And I mean out-out. Not patrol-out.
( Giles ) |
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[Jan. 18th, 2012|03:35 pm] |
So for those of you unaware, Aveline and I have bought a house. It's a big one--well, not a big one, nothing like Varric's pile of bricks, but certainly bigger than my two-room apartment. It'll have to be, to fit both of us and our three kids. Well, two of them won't be around for much longer, as I understand it, college and things, but still, we want them to have their own rooms for whenever they are around, so it applies.
The point is, anyone willing to help us move things in and shift furniture and all that will get a night of drinks on me at the Unnamed Pub. Plus our undying gratitude. That goes double if anyone happens to have a pick-up truck.
Once everything is moved we'll be holding one heck of a housewarming party, so don't make any plans for [some future date].
And now, back to manly grunting as I try and lift this couch. |
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