EEEEEE! Making out like a bandit, I am

Dear exiledtimelord,


SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I repeat: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Just when I was beginning to feel the drudgery of airport travel and Casa Del Dad, I come home to find this beautiful, wonderful, excellent piece of Holiday Cheer.

Unfortuantely, the blast radius of the squee-gasm covered the entirety of north Florida so I'm livejournaling from in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. But I've got my tape and I am *HAPPY*.

How much do I love you?

*THIS. FREAKING. MUCH.*

The only bad part, I don't have anything NEAR as cool to give you. Except my undying gratitude occasionally punctuated by random bursts of nuclear squee.

You rock so hard. Thank you for giving me the gift of Dr. Who.

- Meg