We interrupt your regularly scheduled Swedish Chef to bring you a few more photos of Ryan: [link]
Mostly it's just an excuse to link to this photo, which I think captures him rather well: [link]
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Awww, thank you for spreading the joy.
Aims, that's great news!
Askye, apartment~ma!
BT, Ryan is growing so fast! He's adorable.
I'm loving the Swedish Chef.
Yay, Aims!
Skipping, in class, and trying not to freak out.
My first suicide bombing here. It was in the other side of the central bus station, so very close (50 meters) to where I take the bus from every other day.
It will take a few hours to hear from my friends. There are many of them here.
Oh, Shir, that's terrifying. I'm so glad you're safe! May your friends all be safe as well.
All comfort and ~ma for your friends, Shir.
Thanks for checking in, Shir. I thought of you right away.
I'm hearing them in the Swedish Chef's voice in my head.
I think my life would be more amusing if I heard everything in his voice.
You should come visit me. Both my son & husband are prone to breaking out into fairly respectable Swedish Chef voices (is that an oxymoron?) at the drop of a hat.
It makes driving a bit of an adventure, sometimes.
Shir, I'm glad you checked in-- much ~ma that your friends are safe.