Woo! Jessica on wheels.
I am very much looking forward to hearing tales from the book tour. Have a blast, Amy. Remember to take lots of pictures.
I skimmed this whole thread, although abandoned any thought of looking at the 1350 posts left over in the last. Not doing anything but absolutely necessary tasks today. Maybe dishes and a shower. Nothing else except kicking back and reading. Maybe eating and drinking. Worked way too much all week and yesterday. It is all relax and no work day.
ita !, a world of ~ma for your mother. With a bunch of car ~ma on the side.
{{msbelle}}
And now watch me stroll over to the comfy chair and pick up my book, which will get finished today. Ahhhhhh
eta: and I noticed the post number after I hit post and now I miss Trudy - must poke her on Facebook or something
Driving Jessica! Man, a car is worth it JUST for IKEA trips, I swear.
Have a blast, Amy. Remember to take lots of pictures.
Camera! I have to pack the camera!
Am arrived at workshop. Airport fug overwhelms. There are people I don't know here. Yay?
Hee!
I finally had my Treat for this visit to the Retirement Castle (and for running around after Mom): went to the local Good Will, which has the best assortment of Stuff I've yet to see in a thrift store. Four shirts and a hardback book for $11.53.
I'll help, Liese!
Okay! And dude, whining about moving is completely justifiable. We will empathize and make nodding motions with our heads while you whine. Go for it.
I just tried to take a nice soothing Sunday nap. But then I had two exciting nightmares, involving a) stranger danger! Someone working on the neighboring lot (true, happened recently, but is over) and peering in my bedroom window at me in my bed, asking if I had a dog (not even physically possible). I should have been cued in by the giant field of cornstalks visible through the window, but although I pinged to that, my subconscious scrambled and tried to show that it was only a few cornstalks, honestly, and they were just growing there by accident. Like, from my birdseed. Swears. My subconscious needs to be quicker on the uptake, because I didn't really believe it and that's what woke me up.
And then b) Jilli font
one featuring giant spiders the size of my foot which had evolved a new way to use its webbing as basically a trapeze, from which it swung out along the carpet (I don't have carpet) and attacked other insects, which it could then retract and swing back to its web.
My first instinct was to find my Flip to record it for you all.
Then I realized there were a bunch more and I'd probably have to kill them.
I woke up still searching for my camera. But thankfully, just a dream! I feel positively perky now, though.
Now I'm sorry there's no video.
David, that ice cream truck story is BANANAS. I see a novel in that, but not a war novel, more like a crazy time-travel thing.
I suggested a Wes Anderson movie, but I could also totally see a comic episode of Dr. Who with that scene in it.
