Had fun last night having typsie over. She was learning how to make mask tentacles to help Di with a mask order. Many laughs and whatnot as they crocheted and I WoW'd it up. In other news, there is photographic evidence that I do, in fact, leave the house on occasion. WoW-wise, my little Gnomish ass kicker hit 31. Miniature bastard is a seriously tightly-wound package of whoop ass.