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But, guys … Game of Thrones: did it blow you away last night, or what? A bow to the guts can do that …

I finished the books a while back, and have been enjoying watching the story unfold on the show. I actually like being “spoilered” because I don’t think I could otherwise stand the shocks the show delivers on the regular; it’s hard enough when you’re reading some of these plot twists, but watching them is on a whole different level. Anyway, I’ve been looking forward to the Tyrion/Tywin showdown for a long time, and GoT brought it.

Here are my thoughts on last night’s season finale (spoilers etc.):

1. I’m still pissed about last week’s episode. I know everyone went gaga over the technicalities of the battle for the Wall (mammoths! giants! ginormous wall anchor thingie!), but I kept waiting and waiting. And then waiting some more for Stannis to show up. So … an episode late but better than never next season. I’m #TeamJonSnow forever so I may be biased, but the North just got a whole lot more interesting. I cannot wait for this storyline to develop next season.

2. Tyrion working out his daddy issues – that felt cathartic, amirite? Also, happy Father’s Day.

3. Valar morghulis! In the books, Arya’s storyline bored me to tears up until this point, but then suddenly became intriguing from hereon out. By the end of Book 5, she was one of my fave characters, or at least one of the ones who interested me the most. So you can expect, um, a lot to happen in Braavos.

4. Speaking of Arya-related things, that whole Brienne-Hound fight was a nice surprise. But it was so anti-climactic too. It just reiterated what bugs me the most about Brienne: she always fucks up, good intentions and all. Even when she wins, she loses.

[ I refuse to devote an entire point to Daenerys, whose storyline is just so …. zzzzzz. Character development, blah blah blah. Wake me up when Book 6 is published.]

[But I missed that sexy bastard Petyr Baelish, and goth Sansa Stark. So they get a square bracket too. I know a lot of you are creeped out by Littlefinger, but he’s got a evil-sexy-older-guy vibe I’m definitely enjoying. I love his Machiavellian machinations, and if the Seven Kingdoms were a meritocracy, he’d be near the top of my list of people who should sit on the Iron Throne. Right after Jon Snow, of course. (For different reasons, obvs.) Yup, I said it. Flame away.]

5. Much like Arya, Bran has bored the hell out of me ever since he got defenestrated by Jaime Lannister. (For the record, reading that scene in the book nearly broke my easily manipulated mommy heart.) But, again like Arya, his storyline just got a whole lot more interesting. I’m starting to think that the Stark kids might just be a pivotal part in the whole fight-the-Others business, dragons be damned. Still, I’m sad about the Love, Actually kid. I guess the show just spoilered the books on that score.

Bring on season 5!!!

Ok, back to clothes talk tomorrow, I promise.

That, folks, is one fine flamingo pose. Only the best for BCRL readers.

Alright, if we ignore the fact I look like a dork, this is a relatively inoffensive outfit. But 15 outfits into this 30 x 30 challenge, you know what I realized? I’m a dress girl. Well, this is not exactly a revelation. I’ve always been a dress girl. It’s one of the reasons I hate Edmonton’s weather – dress season is too damn short. (It is not the only reason. Not even close.) So it reeeeally annoys me when we get too many rainy days cutting into my blink-and-you’ll-miss-it favourite time of year. Wearing pants in the summer – by necessity not choice – should be a crime. If I ever run for public office, look for that as part of my platform. Weather control: it’s a winner.

OK, I kinda cheated. Does this count as a different outfit from this one? The accessories are different so … maybe? Let’s go with “yes”, because I’m trying to burn through this stupid challenge as quickly as I can. Which is not quickly enough. Grumble, grumble.

Oh, and grumble some more at how everything looks askew in these photos. I’m not helping, either, with my creative posing. Handbag worn as clutch?

As if. I need both hands, plus another 3 or 4, to wrangle the kids out of the house and into the car in less than 20 minutes. It’s a good day when I remember the bag, period. Grumble!