There comes a time in every fan’s life, when a well intentioned gift that doesn’t exactly meet your fannishness, but it’s sweet that they were thinking of you.
So. honey, nothing personal. I just need to re-org some stuff. I don’t even have enough space to put together a 300 piece puzzle, except on my kitchen floor.
Sorry, L, my erstwhile partner in movies and other local geekery. I still have the party favours from that dark dark day in late May, year of our lord two thousand and two, where we poured libation for the passing of the show we loved so dearly and then got properly right and hammered. Your water guns keep me safe in my bathroom, have done so for years.
But this, dear friend, must pass. I hope some kid at Goodwill knows what a mine of information this is„,