Thing the first:
Ladybug speaketh–she says, “Crap”, “Damn” and “Shit”. At first we thought she was babbling, but once we figured out what it was she was saying, Mate was jumping up and down with agitation.
“See!” He crowed. “The little shit’s been cursing at me for WEEKS!”
Thing the second:
I’m done with the Green’s Hill short–I really like it. It’s M/M, erotic, and a little raw. My characters are tough guys, and it just does something to me when the softest line in the story is “I love you, you dumb motherfucker.” Roxie, let me know when you’re ready for it, darling, and anyone else who would like to take a look, give me input, and, uhm, maybe some ideas of what to do with it? I’ve got some ideas that I’ll run by you next time, but right now? I’m at a loss.
Thing the third:
I need to go back to work–I couldn’t access my documents, and besides playing with the new software and figuring out what in the hell I was doing with it, that was the thing I went on campus for. (That and decoration. The kids helped me with decoration and I have to go fix it. At present, there’s a line of words that says “WE CAN Be HEROS” slanting upwards at a 45 degree angle. Nice.) I also have to print out my new quotes–I’ve got some good ones this year:
ONE HIT: SELF DEFENSE
TWO HITS: REVENGE (Big T’s contribution)
WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE. WE HAVE COOKIES! (That’s from Chicken!)
FOOLS AREN’T BORN, MY FRIEND. PRETTY PEOPLE MAKE THEM IN THEIR SPARE TIME. (101 Dalmations)
WHAT’S THE USE OF HAVING YOUR OWN AIRPLANE IF IT LEAVES WITHOUT YOU? (Iron Man)
ENEMY: IT’S WHATS FOR DINNER (C.S. Marks)
And another one I’ve forgotten, that I was really proud of:0)
Thing the 4th
I’ve been going to water aerobics all summer, and the older women there are always impressed by the fact that I knit while I wait to stop dripping. The last time I was there I was working on (what else?) a sock, and the yarn had gotten really snarled. This one woman came up to talk to me and she was… well, hyperactive. I mean, seriously fluttery. And as I was knitting, she saw the snarl, stuck her hands in my knitting bag, and started to pluck at it, like a bird at a bug. I kept talking to her, feeling a little like she had invaded my privacy…I mean, I got the same feeling when my stepmom fixed my underwear in public when I was fourteen. But then I was ready to pack it up, and she smiled at me sweetly and gave me back a perfectly un-snarled little puff of yarn.
Weird.
Thing the 5th
The Cave Troll has discovered boogers. Wonderful age. Why did I have children again?
And we’re going on vacation next week, and then I’m starting school–if you don’t hear from me for a while it’s because I’ve run screaming from a hotel in San Diego, with my hair on fire and my panties in a jumbo sized bunch. If you all could explain things to the authorities, I’d be much obliged.
Thing the 6th
Thank you again for your good thoughts about my student. It’s going to hurt a while–but you all really helped. I thought it bore repeating, simply because I’ve learned never to take things for granted. You know, like friends.
Love you all–
Shannon McClellan/Shanny Mac/Amy Lane
