Yay, on appartment possession, bt. Not so yay on all the inconveniences. If that were my garage, I would get a rubber-bumpy-thingy to wrap around the pillar. If need be, I would duct tape an exercise mat to it. Because I know I would get up close and personal with it far too often.

This tiny French lady named Ghislain leads me into the room and gets right to business.

Hee, I didn't realize it at the time, but that sentence on it's own? Porn.

I was quoting it to ask if she sung La Mer and spoke of a black rock, but the porn stands alone.

If that were my garage, I would get a rubber-bumpy-thingy to wrap around the pillar. If need be, I would duct tape an exercise mat to it. Because I know I would get up close and personal with it far too often.

Remind me to reinforce the back wall of my garage and bolt on a tire before you park in there, ok?

ION, Kristin's tagline should henceforth include the phrase 'pixie wench'. And possibly her passport as well.

t tilts head sideways, heads over to Natter to find out why

So, she’s working away, and then says “I do something to you now. You do not scream.” (For the record, when someone says that, I generally think that it’s time to scream.) So, quick as a cat, she waxes my upper lip, and says “You had little moustache. You wouldn’t notice. It bothered me. I didn’t tell you.” I probably should have been insulted or frightened, but actually? Kind of grateful. Then she said “Here is my card. You will come back.” And damned if I won’t.

Hilarious! I love that woman's attitude.

I am NOT a cat stacking genius.

It took me forever to figure out that if you turn the cats sideways they will split up if there are different levels of cats below. So, NOT like tetris where to have to try to send a piece to the bottom and quickly shove it left or right so you don't have an open space.

Took me forever to figure that out too. Also took me forever to realize that you just need to get four cats together - the four cats don't need to be in a straght line.

Kristin has a modified tag.

Excuse me, a completely new tag! In fact, she HTJS.

Yes, but I HTJSL. LIVE, I say!

t jealous

So I'm swapping emails with some Revolutionary War reenactors and will probably get to go play with their guns. Novel research, since the technology hadn't changed all that much between then and my era. I'm all, "Whee! I get to go shoot a musket! How cool is that?"

DH is mocking me. He asked if I'd think I had to have sex with another man if my book were about adultery. And he doesn't understand why a modern gun wouldn't do the trick for my research.

Not the same thing, dammit. Good authors do this, right?

At least the geeky ones?

Whee! I get to go shoot a musket! And maybe the kind of pistols they had then!