Happy Birthday to Me! Happy Birthday to me! It’s my special day, the weather is fine, and there are no wet, blue emergencies today, so we are off to the Big City to the South! Objectives: Fun, mischief, presents, food, and a break from staring at the same walls. (February, as I have noted, is tough. My natal day provides a much-needed bright spot in an otherwise dreary month.)
Long-time readers and attentive minions will no doubt have guessed what our first stop is. If you said, “Probably the Purveyor of Pens,” you are correct! It is a very predictable thing. Mostly we are here because the human male has a pen that needs adjusting. I want it on record that HE was the one who dropped it. I just made sure it landed nib-first.
Looking at all the different colors of ink is always fun. I did not know there were this many shades of teal.

They all clash with my cape, so I will keep looking.
This is more like it!

The human female is looking for a light green (predictable: she’s a botanist) and can’t decide between Ink Studio #200 and #167. Silly mortal. Doesn’t she know that the deeper the green, the better?
Hmm. Maybe there is something better in the shipment that just came in.

I think there are some bottles of Noodler’s here that are going to go for pretty cheap! *I* didn’t smash them (already had my ink spill thrill for the week), but I’m having a good giggle at the thought of someone who isn’t me having to clean all this up and deal with the return/refund paperwork!
Sigyn is looking at the journals and cannot decide between the one with the fish and the one with the duck.

Colorful–but wouldn’t you really rather have plants on the cover? Or, look, what about this one?

Not for you, but I could steal it for the human female. It would be very appropriate for her to write down all her bull—t in.
I should probably get a blank book, too. Generations to come will want to know all the particulars of my rise to fame and domination. I should be more punctilious about recording my thoughts and pronouncements. There are plenty of blank books here to choose from. Different sizes, different papers. Ruled, unruled, dot grid…

Predictably, I want a green one. They have green, though it’s sort of an anemic shade. There are more different blues:

Which is patently unfair. Green is by far the superior color, whatever the shade. Ask any tree, shrub, lime, or little frog.
Oh well. While Sigyn looks at the greeting cards and the staff are distracted by the humans and other customers, I’m going to change one of these into the right color and slip it into my pocket dimension.
Birthday present? Check! Mischief? Check! Our work here is done…
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