Here is the utterly wonderful story of how S.C. Butler/ met Stan Lee.
Aside from sitting in an uncomfortable chair for several hours and making my back hurt, I did this:
Ted went Christmas shopping in Dublin yesterday, where he says he did not find anything at all that he was looking for for me. On the other hand, he did find the man who sells honey-roasted pecans and cashews and cinnamon-and-sugar-soaked dried apple slices, and this is probably worth the price of admission. Except, of […]