A co-worker that I like was supposed to come over tonight to see my house and have Boston cream pie martinis. GF and I spent all day cleaning and the place looks great. We ran to the store to pick up some stuff for tonight and came home to a message saying HE'S NOT COMING!!!! Dude. It's not that big a deal but dang, I was looking forward to it.
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Could happen, erika, and more likely in your part of the country than mine.
Heh. Too true, Susan. GC, BTDT.
ION, I sure wish all the snowed-in Easterners would come here and post, or update their blogs, or generally make the internet buzzier than it normally is on Saturday night. Because the quiet is seriously interfering with my procrastination. If this keeps going, I'll have to, like, write something, or clean, or work on having a grocery list ready to go so I can go straight there after choir and writers conference planning tomorrow and actually use my time efficiently.
I already checked in.
heh. I will, for you, Susan, post a mouse update. No mice since the second one was trapped and set free.
Tom was very pleased with his mouse catching abilities. I was impressed. Those suckers are fast. I rewarded him with homemade hot chocolate from scratch.
We are taking a short break from watching our Simpsons Season 5 DVDs. It's snowing. Tom told me he thought I spent too much time on the internet. Uh, that's about it. Wish I had more entertaining stories to tell.
If I do, though, I'll be back on! I can come and relay amusing Simpsons quotes if you wish!
ION, I sure wish all the snowed-in Easterners would come here and post, or update their blogs, or generally make the internet buzzier than it normally is on Saturday night. Because the quiet is seriously interfering with my procrastination.
Hi Susan!
Ate dinner. Finished final photo-taking for website. Watched all my pronouns get buried in a snow drift.
Homemade hot chocolate sounds like a worthy reward for mousing.
I'm thinking of entering a writing contest with a mid-Feb. deadline because the scoresheet looks like it would provide useful feedback and it's a historical-only contest, where I'd be judged only against other Georgian, Regency, and Victorian romances--there's different categories for medieval, American, time travel/paranormal, etc. (I'm already semi-committed to entering a Regency-only contest in April.) The thing is, I'd basically be entering my first draft with the goal of getting some anonymous feedback, and to make that part of me that wants to have something out there at all times shut up.
Which will work, and probably even be a good use of the modest entry fee, if I can just persuade myself to accept that I'm entering my first draft and should therefore expect average scores and (I hope) useful feedback. My ego has a way of taking over and making me expect to win everything in sight, because who could possibly outshine my brilliance?
Hi Susan! Checking in before I go to bed; I wish I could say I didn't have to go anywhere tomorrow in the blizzard, but alas, I have to work at 7 am.
I hope the rest of the Northeasterners get to stay home and relax!
ION, Annabel just gave Dylan her pacifier. Baby hilarity ensued.