Another busy week in the Riss household. I feel like I've never stopped rushing about this week - work, kids, school, family, doctor...

My back is much better this week so I've taken less drugs and am more mobile. Just starting a week of holiday now, so hopefully I'll feel loads better by the end of this week. It was our Wedding Anniversary on Saturday (I was a child-bride, honestly, I'm not old!) and my lovely parents volunteered to take the kids for the day. It was so nice! We went out for the day and it was so nice not havng to keep tabs on the boys all the time. We haven't had a whole day alone together since our first Demon was born 7 years ago. God, I'm getting all soppy, but it made me remember why I married him all over again. *blushes with embarrassment at sheer soppiness*

 So, it's almost time for BBTP. I'm really looking forward to it! As a relative latecomer to IJ's proverbial party I managed to miss it completely last year, so I've been reading the 2007 masterlist in preparation for this year's event. I might even have managed to write some porn myself... If you start running now you might just manage to avoid my dreadful attempts. There's no shame in blatant PWP, is there? *sniggers* Only, there's a distinct lack of any sort of plot...

I have started my Christmas Shopping!!!! I love being Santa, spend ages planning my boys' stockings, and they're almost done. You can get so much more cool stuff now than you could when I was a kid. Today's purchase - Indiana Jones dress-up costume, complete with sound-effect whip. Fantastic. I had to take it away from Mr Riss, he was having Far Too Much Fun with it. I love Christmas. Can I put my tree up yet?

In other news, I'm almost at the end of my Buffy marathon. The Body made me cry again. Spike and Buffy having hot wild rough sex and almost knocking the house down made me...well, you get the picture! God, I love James Marsters. 'Compact and muscular', to quote Xander, and those cheekbones... 'Out. For. A. Walk. .... Bitch.' made me laugh myself silly again. Oh, Joss, how I hope Dollhouse is as well-written...