Yes, Nora, I got the package
Sweet, just wanted to know that the US Postal Service got it there...
In news that kind of sucks, we have some mice scampering around here like they own the place. Tom has captured 2 of them and let them out outside, where they are free to come back into our house or any other. However, Somerville is very densely populated and we're on the third floor, and Tom has proven his prowess in catching mice, so the legend of the tall redheaded man in the mouse world will grow and no other mice will ever bother us.
This is the dream.
Yay, Best of Craigslist got updated! Even though it had stopped snowing, we decided it would be easier to just get together for dinner tomorrow. Gives me more time to sit around and do nothing...:)
::stares at warm, slightly muggy Seattle weather::
::cries::
My inner child would like snow.
You can have mine, Plei. I just got in from shovelling.
I am ouchy all over.
Anyone want a free Schick Quattro razor? The first 150,000 entrants on their website get one. [link] (Mine was around the 99,xxxth or so entry, around 3:15 board time.)
You can have mine, Plei. I just got in from shovelling.
Mine, too. I'm fine today, but I am NOT looking forward to unburying my car tomorrow.
Plei, we're due to get two feet. I'll go halfsies with you.
Happy Birthday, WindSparrow!!!
Also, I just watched a program on Discovery Health Channel about a woman with 15 children. I realize this was much more common back in teh day, but DAMN. Two sets of twins, oldest kid is 16...and mother looks about 35. So there could very well be more children coming.
I can't even imagine that. We went to my mother's to help her move some furniture out of the bedrooms, because she's having the floors refinished on Monday. She cooked us a pot roast. She just put together photo albums of each of the children. Scott and I looked so young I couldn't stand to look at it any more.
Right now I really wish I was a baseball manager, because they're allowed to have temper tantrums even though they're grown up.
I'm being perfectly mature and civilized, but it'd really be a relief to my feelings to knock over some equipment or steal first base, the actual physical base itself, you know, generally be Lou Piniella on a bad day.
What I actually have to do is politely ask our neighbors, for the second time in as many months, to please make sure their friends, most of whom are also our friends, to park far enough from the mailbox so that we can get our mail. And I hate to do this, because I'm sure they're thinking I'm all obsessive about this stuff. Which I am, because I'm a writer. I don't even have the excuse of waiting for a check, because the one check I'd been expecting came yesterday. But it could be that rejection on Novel 1.0 from Major Regency Publisher, freeing me from any worry of having to write the last 100 pages in 10 days! Or it could be a rejection on an open magazine query, freeing me to submit to another market! Or even the February issue of one of my writing magazines! But I won't know until Monday now, and I always have a niggling worry that the mail will drop into a black hole somewhere when this happens.
i'm just popping in to share this.
