I don't know, maybe there's no good explanation for this. But. Well.
Yesterday, I spent the morning in our church nursery, taking care of a bunch of darling toddlers and babies. Then, as nefhiriel mentioned
, we went to our breeder's house to see the puppies, and finally
found out which one she's almost certain is going to be ours. And, just - puppies.
*flails* So we stayed until the puppies all finally wore themselves out and fell asleep. And then, on the way home, we stopped to see Avengers again, because Neffie and I really wanted to see it once more in theaters but it's not showing anywhere near us, but there was a theater close to the breeder, and they had $3 tickets. And then we had pizza for dinner.
And apparently the happiness-overload did things to my brain.
I've been working on my other Avenger!dragons, and I thought that Hawkeye would be the next one finished. But then instead:
This is what happens when Loki says, "Yeah? Well I'm gonna turn myself into a dragon,
and then you'll all be sorry!" Only then the whole "big, scary, intimidating" part of that whole plan... doesn't quite work out as anticipated. On the plus side, it's still pretty effective, as defense mechanisms go.
(Slightly larger version here
Really, though, in fairness, wouldn't your brain melt into a puddle of gooey, fluffy happiness if you knew this little face
was going to be coming home with you in a couple of weeks? ;D