Probably, anyway, because I made this in advance and scheduled it to appear at just the right time. But I’m sure I would have had a free minute with an internet connection to delete it if anything untoward occurred and messed everything up, so if you can see this, it’s safe to assume that I am now married, half-way through my third drink and up to my elbows in cake.
I will busy
taking the hobbits to Isengard-gard-gar-gar-gar exploring New Zealand for a few weeks, but have scheduled some things so that you won’t miss me too much and …
… hang on.
Wait. Not you guys. I’m sorry, but the big heart-frames weren’t for you.
Stop it. You’re supposed to be the evil monsters.Guys no.GUYS NO.
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