"My peanut butter has the same expatriation date as my jelly. I can't help but think it is some kind of twisted love story."

 I almost didn't post because I couldn't find my wrist brace and for some reason my hand has decided tonight that it doesn't want to work. But I found it, so you get words of wisdom from me. Or possibly ramblings from Nat as she runs across my keyboard. (She and Dog are starting to chum up, and now I feel bad for giving Dog such a sad nickname. I am open for new nickname suggestions. Because in real life she has a brilliant name. Or, I could nickname Nat Kitty on here. So, vote away with suggestions. Because nicknames are a thing on this blog I guess.)
 As you know, I was gone most of last week. I needed some time alone so I took off work and pretended to run away from home. It was rather nice and I need to do it properly later this summer. I also came home to a Nat who was convinced Dog and I were never returning and had left her an orphan. 
 I don't really know what song to do for today. I could do more Brothers-in-Arms songs but I'm feeling daunted by being an actual published Author and am not sure what to do now that my book has been released. (Except hide in my flat and not come out since people I know in person are planning to read it.)
 So here, have a Doctor Who song and go eat some jammy dodgers.

 I leave you with an Iron Man quote. There might be a misspelling in it, but I can't be sure.