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puppy penalty: unnecessary ruffffness
Feb. 3rd, 2008 03:11 pmSuper Bowl? Or PUPPY BOWL???
This, my friends, is what they make the LAST CHANNEL button, so that you can flip between entertaining first downs... and doggies with chew toys. I noticed that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sheafrotherdon described how Super Bowl Sunday would go in Nantucket, which made me start thinking about how Elementary!verse John and Rodney would be spending the day.
Of course, John would be waist deep in papers (second grade social studies reports don't correct themselves), and John's already bugged Rodney three times as to the correct spelling of does, because he's seen it so (creatively) mispelled that he can't remember. Rodeny writes it large on a post-it and sticks it to a fresh beer on the coffee table. He (and Franklin the cat) are sharing the other half of the couch with a stack of grad school concept papers and several red pens. Franklin is sleeping, a ruffled muddle of fur.
As an Eagles fan (hey, he's from Philadelphia, at least most recently) he's a little bitter about the Giants/Patriots faceoff, but it means that he's not-so-secretly rooting for the Patriots (Eagles and Giants rivalry is fierce, man).
Rodney is kind of rooting for the Giants, just to piss John off, but can't help grinning when the Patriots hit their first touchdown, Maroney yelling and leaping around the end zone, the perfect arc of Gostkowski's extra point over the goal post.
Either way, it will end with a stack of completed papers (scathing remarks or smiley faces, depending on the age, of course), empty beer bottles, a complacent cat, and a tangle of Sunday-sleepy limbs as John half watches the wrap show, more of his attention on how Rodney's shoulders relax into him, a drape of arm and leg and calm backlit by kitchen lights.
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The cold is still progressing (ew) and I'm just hoping that my nose will clear up enough that subbing first grade won't be too tiring or terrible (for me OR them). I need to run to the library and drop off my overdue books. I think I will be having scrambled eggs for dinner, or maybe just cereal. Nothing hardier than that sounds very good. AND I have to blow my nose again. *stomps off*
Still ficcing along, to the best of my ability. Mmm, the boys of my fandom(s) are all so delightfully snarky, I love it.
This, my friends, is what they make the LAST CHANNEL button, so that you can flip between entertaining first downs... and doggies with chew toys. I noticed that
sheafrotherdon described how Super Bowl Sunday would go in Nantucket, which made me start thinking about how Elementary!verse John and Rodney would be spending the day.Of course, John would be waist deep in papers (second grade social studies reports don't correct themselves), and John's already bugged Rodney three times as to the correct spelling of does, because he's seen it so (creatively) mispelled that he can't remember. Rodeny writes it large on a post-it and sticks it to a fresh beer on the coffee table. He (and Franklin the cat) are sharing the other half of the couch with a stack of grad school concept papers and several red pens. Franklin is sleeping, a ruffled muddle of fur.
As an Eagles fan (hey, he's from Philadelphia, at least most recently) he's a little bitter about the Giants/Patriots faceoff, but it means that he's not-so-secretly rooting for the Patriots (Eagles and Giants rivalry is fierce, man).
Rodney is kind of rooting for the Giants, just to piss John off, but can't help grinning when the Patriots hit their first touchdown, Maroney yelling and leaping around the end zone, the perfect arc of Gostkowski's extra point over the goal post.
Either way, it will end with a stack of completed papers (scathing remarks or smiley faces, depending on the age, of course), empty beer bottles, a complacent cat, and a tangle of Sunday-sleepy limbs as John half watches the wrap show, more of his attention on how Rodney's shoulders relax into him, a drape of arm and leg and calm backlit by kitchen lights.
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The cold is still progressing (ew) and I'm just hoping that my nose will clear up enough that subbing first grade won't be too tiring or terrible (for me OR them). I need to run to the library and drop off my overdue books. I think I will be having scrambled eggs for dinner, or maybe just cereal. Nothing hardier than that sounds very good. AND I have to blow my nose again. *stomps off*
Still ficcing along, to the best of my ability. Mmm, the boys of my fandom(s) are all so delightfully snarky, I love it.
