It's official.
Super Spouse is the Best Spouse Ever To Grace This Planet.
How do I know that, I hear you ask?
He bought me flails for Yule.
Real, honest to gods, metal, got-some-damn-heft-to-them, could-fuck-your-universe flails.
Now, he said that most people would consider that contributing to the delinquency of a pissed off witch who has actually said the words, "It's not my fault some people need correcting." However, he figures we are stable enough to post bail if need be.
I have been squee-ing and cackling for hours.
I will name them.
BEST YULE EVER AND IT HASN'T EVEN OFFICIALLY STARTED YET!









