(Sparky, if this is news to you, I did call to clear it first, but your cell# on the cheatsheet got me your DH. He said it'd be okay.)

Huh. It's true -- the number on the cheat sheet is my DH's, although I sent the new one (mine) to Deb. Once upon a time we only owned one cell phone. I guess he and I should switch phones for the weekend...

He did actually give me yours when we talked, but I assumed his permission was sufficient, so didn't bother to call you too.

Anybody got a spare Cafepress coupon?

Bev, if you still need one, I can forward one.

We are practicing names with Emeline.

So far she can say:

Deb Leah Parker Drew Sean

Hopefully, we'll get the rest down in the next week.

Teach her 'Clovis'! We don't want any trouble.

We're trying!!

She still says, "Daddy".

Heh heh heh.

Bev and Ginger, I would really like to come to the Arts and Crafts exhibit. Would Monday be possible?

catchup:

Eh, being the complete coffee snobs that we are, we tend to find a lot of Starbucks over-roasted. If there's a coffee grinder, I can bring some whole bean of a particularly good Ravensbrew cuppa.

See, I find the Ravensbrew way too light. I need three or four cups before I feel as if I've actually had coffee. The Ravensbrew is in elite company, since I feel that way about Jamaican Blue Mountain and Kona, as well. But I aint a-sleepin' at the hotel, so I'm uninvolved except on the provision end.

Tough, ND. You & me get to slog through a ton of work.

I'll be over here, painting.

With all due respect for hard work and grumpiness, my heart is not bleeding for either of you, yo. I'm trying to finish the fourth Kinkaid before I start co-writing this book with Daymond John, and I'm point person for this and volunteer at HWA and somewhere in the middle of that there's a sigmoidoscopy and the book with Daymond means another week at least away from the computer because I'll be in New York, working my arse off. Let's trade. (Speaking of which, NY folks, I just heard from Daymond via my daughter and the trip is being booked this week. I want Afghan food while I'm there, yes?) And mustn't forget the anthology that isn't going to tell me the word count until it's last minute.

Dying over the Clovis-Daddy thing.

The de Young is eight minutes walk on flat ground from my house.

edit:

Deb has the amazing power of persuasion that I do not possess.

I spent half of yesterday afternoon pimping the Arts and Crafts exhibit to her. She may love us, but don't underestimate the power of turn of the century design in luring an Amyparker.

You can ask her yourself, next week. Two bucks she says it was me.