My Doctors …
My SO of nearly 10 years introduced me to Doctor Who (we’ve been separated by Space, but thankfully not Time for quite some time now), and it has become one of our things, which is a brilliant thing to have in an LDR. Of course, I am barely into 11 because I only watch new-to-me episodes with my SO in person! A rare treat. I guess I’m the River Song to his Doctor?
My first Doctor was 9 and I knew I was hooked. Lonely, broken, but still a sense of humor, this Doctor introduced me to the world of Doctor Who.
My Spirit Doctor is 10-I’ve been told I make some 10th Doctor faces … frequently. Expressive, cheeky, emotional, and full of wonder-this Doctor has so much me it is startling.
However, after those introductions, my favorite Doctor is 7. Confession, I went to see “The Hobbit” just for Sylvester McCoy. Madcap, dark, secretive, and doting … he is simply a Doctor I adore.
Below is me … with one of those contagious 10 faces … Apparently I did this before Doctor Who. ^_^ Guess I’ve been waiting for that blue box.
Also, it doesn’t hurt I have the world’s best birthday. Now if only my SO can get me caught up by November 23rd … ;)