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:
Secret project? Oooo, what secret project? :devil:
:crazy:stop it with the shopping days. :crazy: I’d rather hear about barfing kids.
Yesterday doctor went on about a conference she’d just attended–the main fact she came away with is that bird flu is not a matter of “if” but “when” Thanks for sharing, doc. And all flus are bird flu. Huh.
You mean you haven’t bought all your Christmas presents yet?
What secret project?
I thought I knew all the secrets.
I don’t start my Christmas shopping until the middle of December. Not that I’m a procrastinator, but…okay, I’m a procrastinator. :doh:
And you do know about the secret project, J. :neener: It’s the one that’s been waiting for its author to have a confidence infusion.
I think I have too many hopes pinned on the book—I think it’s my best idea yet and definitely the closest I’ve come to “high concept”—so it’s hard send it out into the world. I’ve weathered rejection fairly well in the past, but this one would break my heart. :baby:
So the book’s Norman Bates, and I’m his mommy. :rofl:
And don’t bother slapping me. I’m beating my head against the desk already.
Do *I* know about the secret project?
*drop kicks Shan AND her secret project into the spotlight and watches as she scrambles to her feet and tries to hide*:whip: