This is the conversation that has been going on for six bleeding weeks:
Author: Sorry my corrections are late! How do I give them to you?
Me: Just write them out and I'll make the changes.
...time passes...
Author: Sorry I'm late with the changes! How do I give them to you?
Me: Just write them out. Can I have them by Monday?
Author: Sure!
...
Me: Can I have your changes THIS Monday?
Author: Okay! And how do I send them to you?
Me: ggnngrr
...
Today:
Author: Remind me what it is you need again?
I swear, this is almost verbatim.
Okay, the apartment was a notch more ghetto than I would have liked. Bonus extra hot neighbor could sway verdict, but I get wonky about scary neighborhoods.
Thanks for the birthday wishes!
Have a great one, Allyson.
Author: Remind me what it is you need again?
Argh! Although.... sometimes I think I'm Author. But that's when the thing they want isn't something that I care about.
Author: Remind me what it is you need again?
"Four to six magic beans."
Beans!
Beans?
The special beans!
I'd let him go,
I didn't know
He'd stolen my beans!
I was watching him crawl
Back over the wall
When--Bang! Crash!
The lightning flash!
And well, that's another story...
More than relieved it's over. Pass or fail, it's not something I can see redoing.
Here's a picture of the new Miss USA, who frankly looks scary-skinny to me:
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Or is it just me?
She does look painfully thin. The jut of her hip doesn't do the look any favors.