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*Yawn* Still pretty darned tired–and I didn’t even get to go for my walk! It’s sort of hard to go walking when you’re busy making two trips to the store because A. You forgot that Bone Daddy has snack tomorrow, and B. You forgot your wallet the first time you drove off to buy snack!

But still, I have some mildly amusing moments from my day that I thought I’d share, and so here I am, trying hard to finish Chapter 17 of Promise Rock (because some people can be SO pushy!) and these things are floating through my mind:

* Mate cleaned the living room this weekend–and when he cleans shit he doesn’t screw around. Part of cleaning the living room is “Taking Care Of Amy” time, which I didn’t realize until I was driving to work this morning and my cell phone started belting out “Welcome to the Jungle!” I fished it out of my bag and opened it (right AFTER I passed the cop, thank God) and he was on the other end, laughing his skinny Mate ass off.

“Guess what?” he giggled.

“What?” I asked–somewhat bemused.

“I charged your cell phone!”

OKay–we sat and giggled at each other for at least three minutes then, with nothing else to say. Well, I did manage a “You are so damned goofy!” but I really didn’t have any room to talk, since I was giggling too. Twenty years married–who knew it was still fun!

* I had my Creative Writing club today–and they rocked. I didn’t have to read any of my stuff, because EVERYONE brought something to read, and it was awesome. But I did get to share my news about ‘If I must’ (just got my editing instructions–so. damned. cool.) and I told the kids my favorite Moliere quote: Writing is like prostitution: First you do it for the fun of it, then you do it for a few friends, and finally you do it for money.

Well, I said this, and one of my students–the one who’s the driving force behind the club, actually, starts busting up.

“It’s not that funny, sweetie–you’ve heard me say this before!”

“Yeah, Ms. Lane. I even said it to some friends of mine. And you know what they said?”

“What?”

“They said that I must be the WORST WHORE EVER!”

I laughed my ass off, I’m not ashamed to admit it.

And now, I must away. Oh crap–I forgot to take a picture of my yarn! I WILL DO THAT–but first, I need to find the camera. I think a whole lot of shit–including kid pix–is going to get caught up on once I finish Promise Rock. *sigh* Getting close to the end–only 30,00 more words to go.