I am SO glad we decided to go on vacation this year. It is six kinds of restful, this being away from the humans and the felines! We are enjoying our cozy camper (last night I magicked up a ball pit and Sigyn had the best time, swimming around and giggling.)
Still, it wouldn’t be Yule if my beloved didn’t get a dose of glass somewhere, so today we have arranged to tour a glass factory. I’m not quite sure what sort of glass objects they make. Sigyn is hoping it’s glass paperweights, since those are her favorites. I just hope it is not something yawn-inducing, like peteri dishes or those razor-edged rectangles of death that come in dollar store picture frames.
Great Frigga’s corset! This bodes ill. This is a candleholder factory, and Sigyn has a bad, bad record with these…
Well, this is not too bad.
Ehehehe. Peekaboo, indeed. You cutie, you.
Uh, oh. I knew it.
Sigyn, my love, come out of there! I’m sure the nice factory workers would really rather you not put nose smudgies on their wares.
Even if it is a very cute nose.
Aaargh! Right from one predicament to another.
I swear to Gungnir, I turn my back for one minute…
This hangy-dangle globe is going to take more than a little work to get you out of. I’ve got to figure out what needs to happen first. Does the globe lift off or twist? Is there a way out of the bottom, or have we got to get you out of the top? And how did you get in there in the first place?
Hang on, sweetie. Loki’s coming.