are we sure it's only tuesday?

* Oh dudes, how excited am I that lucyhale posted the longest, juciest Psych Shawn/Lassiter fic on the planet!! So excited! I can hardly contain my glee. I'm sure it's going to be awesome, even though I'm only on the sixth part.

* Mildred just got spayed, the little darling. She was howling around the house this weekend, and the vet said that's because she was in heat. Oops! Looks like we scheduled the op just in time. Roxy goes to the vet tonight (Maude and Myrtle went last Tuesday) and then Moose goes next Thursday, and then I need to make Happy an appt with her special bunny dentist, and then Chewie's due for the vet next month, and then we should be set for the winter at least. Whew.

* Ghost!Ryan fic has been started. It's weird.

“Possibly possessed teenager living in what used to be a morgue at a funeral home,” Brendon says. “The parents made it into his bedroom, how messed up is that?”

“No,” Ryan says.

Spencer shakes his head. “No.”

Ryan crosses his arms over his chest and perches on the sofa arm next to Brendon’s head. He narrows his eyes on the computer screen and says, “All teenagers are possessed, dude, it’s a waste of time.”

“Ryan says all teenagers are possessed,” Spencer automatically translates for Brendon.

Brendon pulls a face. “Ryan can bite me.”

Spencer tells Ryan, “No,” before he can even try anything.

Ryan rolls his eyes and says, “Brendon can kiss my cold, dead ass.”

“I’m not saying that. You two need to find a way to communicate that does not involve me.”

“You need to get him a collar with a bell on it. And a chalkboard,” Brendon says. “Or, you know, he can suck my dick.”

Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose. He really wishes he could go back to when Brendon didn’t know about Ryan, just six glorious months ago.