So after Mr. Evebird and I were done with lunch I ran to the House of Love to snag some books I forgot and lo and behold the postal gods deemed me worthy to receive a package.
And let me tell you... there's nothing quite like opening up a package of 37 Micromasters and other assorted G1 bots to make your otherwise mundane Friday exciting!
So yay for the plastic crack addiction.
And in other news, I'm thinking eating Ethiopian two meals in a row may not have been a wise thing.
Ugh!
Yum. But yeah. 2 in a row? Why not throw some Indian in there too for extra Burning.
"It tastes like burning!"
Hell, that package of Micromasters made *my* Friday exciting, and they weren't even for me!!