Neither sleet nor snow nor dark of night has kept the short kid and
I me (:doh:) from returning home with our copy of Madagascar! (Okay, it wasn’t dark, but it IS sleeting.)
I’ve been dying to see it. My boys saw it with their aunt and uncle and cousins, but I’ve read the novelization to him several times, and I’m dying to see it. I think it might be even more clever than Shrek. Ah…the anticipation.
I am not, however, dying to see it enough to be in the living room with the short kid and his fellow neighbor short kid watching it right now, so I’m in my den, hiding behind my monitor. I can hear it, though, and I’ll come out of hiding for the “I like to move it, move it…” video.
In the meantime, back to work. I’ve been dealing with some annoyingly heavy introspection about this whole writing gig, and the first thing I need to do in order to figure out what the hell I’m doing is clear my desk. Then I need to look at what I have, where I want it to go, and where I want to end up.
New Years Resolutions are not my friend, so I’ll be doing Thanksgiving resolutions. :nod: