Both kids are rampaging through my living room with stuffed snakes, a cardboard box car, and a lightsaber, so they must feel better. :woot:
And the husband turns 50 today. He wants a coat for his birthday. *eye roll* He wears layers (longjohns/Tshirt/sweater/zipper sweatshirt) for work because he never knows if he’ll be inside or outside or both, and he doesn’t have a decent coat for when we go out. (I guess he means the restaurant on Friday nights, because we’re not what you’d call party animals.) The short kid has already given Daddy one of the tall kid’s stuffed animals. Ain’t he sweet?
Writing-wise, I’m desperately trying to wrap up some stuff before the holiday insanity sets in. I want to finish the book I’m working on for EC, get another project to Samhain, and I’ve got a secret project I’ve neglected that I need to get on top of this week.
Oh yeah, and Thanksgiving. Which means a five day weekend for the kids. I feel like a slightly less optimistic Little Engine…
I think I can…I think I can…Maybe I can…Not sure if I can…I don’t know, I’m pretty tuckered…:snore:
Edit: And holy crap!!! 36 shopping days til Christmas? What dumbass put that countdown in my sidebar? :doh: