Seriously--in the middle of all this writing stuff, I've got to TEACH? And what about the kids? They seem to need CLOTHES? And we've got SOCCER GAMES? Doesn't the world know I need a day to just let my head spin and bask?
*sigh* Apparently, basking is not in the itinerary. Neither is exercising--I not only miss my water aerobics, I miss my walks! I'm DEFINITELY going to have to get back on THAT wagon!
And as for visiting blogs? WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I miss you guys--but I have to say, all those congrats in the comments were extraordinarily cool. I've said it before--me has the bestest fans in all of explored space. Thank you--it means a lot to me! (Uhm, you all know I'm writing m/m erotic romance for this gig, right? Just, you know, in case I wasn't specific... I mean, my grandma said "Good for you!" but not everybody is grandma.)
I finished the last three uber-shorts and sent them in--I'm hoping they're okay. Once the contract was signed I was like, "Wow. you guys are just going to TRUST me not to fuck up the last half of this story? Well... if you say so!" I'm thinking it's not so fucked up, but I'm sure they won't hesitate to tell me!
And now, for something completely different--and, in fact, something that really flipped my switch!
fawatson (as she is known in the comments) actually wrote me a story. I was SO pleased--and the story is HILARIOUS. If you all remember the blog entry titled 'Fucking Rat'? Well, I made a brief mention of the time Jasmine the Rat passed away. It was two weeks before Cave Troll was born--and my last day of work. It was Halloween. Chicken (then nine years old) had a costume and everything all picked out, and she was so excited--she was going to go across the street to participate in the church activities etc., and instead, she found Jasmine, still alive but not long for this world. Mate and I were at a loss--we got a heating pad (there had been a temperature drop the night before) and put Jasmine on it and pumped her little chest until she just gave up the little rat ghost. And I (exhausted, pregnant, constipated, pregnant, and exhausted) cried with Chicken for about four hours. Bad story, right?
Well, Florence (fawatson:-) had a MUCH better story in mind!
Read it and enjoy, folks--I know I did!