Potter Pics

It's really bright out here!


Carpe Noctem. If it ever comes.


Caught by the prize patrol!


This is fun!


Jelly slug?


Bertie Botts vomit flavour!


Eeeeew!


Is it a permanent tattoo?


It's cold!


But cool!
(I was going to get this as a tramp stamp to surprise MuNKi, but they were only doing arms and faces. ^_^ )


Dragon for Prawn


Friend's dragon. Sweet!

***Don't read the caption below the next picture if you don't want a slightly veiled
spoiler.***


Photographic evidence (if a bit blurry) that we were right all along.


Sluggie ♥ Snape


OMG! Actual BOOOOOOOKS!!!!!


Almost made it!



Day 2


Someone cough up a copy for ME already!


Unimpressed.
(and Sky Chair™)

My last statement (below) contains a reference to the book. It's not a spoiler, but you might want to skip it anyway.

And FTR I ♥ MOLLY WEASLEY!!!!

I think she got the best line in the book. ^_^

Harroin

I dislike drug references. They make me uncomfortable. But I like puns too much to pass up on this title. :-P ^_^

The new Harry is stinking great so far. We bought another copy at Sam's today and things work like this:

Mollusc reads one. Sluggie reads one. I commandeer one, read a chapter or two and give it back, then go steal the other one, read a chapter or two and give it back. I convince Sluggie to play a computer game while I read another chapter or two. I convince her she's having too much fun to quit and read some more. I finally return it and send Mollusc to the shower, stealing her book as soon as she she sets it down.

This book does not have any slow places so far. It's addictive. But to be nice (and here is where you must award me Mother of the Year or perhaps Century) I prise the book from my hand and allow the girls to take it to bed while MuNKi and I watch a movie. This is not easy. This is painful. I find myself shaking and delirious. Is that a dementor in the corner? Hermione is giggling and waving at me from the other couch. She wants me to go and get the book back. No! I can do this!

Who am I kidding? No I can't. Accio book! Accio book! Why isn't it working? Accio book dammit!!

I struggle through the Russell Crowe film. The trembling won't stop and Russell doesn't look nearly as hot as usual. Jeff doesn't get nearly enough lines. That guy who's in everything these days appears, and his wistful ogling of Christie's bum almost distracts me, but I can feel myself sliding back into that pit of desperation. I need the book. Nothing is good without the book. The book makes everything sharper, brighter, and better-smelling.

The stupid film doesn't have a blooper reel. WTF is wrong with directors these days?! How am I supposed to keep going like this? There are 3 Russell Crowe music vids on the menu, and a desperate mashing of buttons on the remote produces 3 songs with pretty good melody, rather decent singing and crap lyrics. Oh the humanity!

One of those kids had better be asleep by now. That's all I can say.

Night Owl

How long do you think I would have to stay up to snatch the book from the hands of a finally sleeping child?

It will be like the Tooth Fairy. Only in reverse. And with a book. And no tooth.

This is the very last first time I get to read a new Harry Potter book. I've decided to try and savour it as much as possible.

Who's Giddy?

OMG now that we have our wristband, it is really sinking in.

If you were at our house today you would hear random shouts of:

"Who's excited?"

"Who's giddy?"

and

"Olé!"

You would be treated, as well, to rousing renditions of "The Mysterious Ticking Noise."

The kids are bouncing off the walls. Well, they're currently swinging and singing (the Mysterious Ticking Noise Song) and shouting, but you know. *I'm* bouncing off the walls.

This is something the likes of which my kids may never see again. I'm excited for me, but mostly, I'm excited for them.

"I've found the source of the Mysterious Ticking Noise; it's a pipe bomb!"

"Yaaaaaaaaaaay!"