I got a present from my librarian (and bellydancer) friend in Illinois today–the first two DVDs of Yami no Matsui, known in the US for some silly reason as Descendants of Darkness. Ooooh… In case you’re looking for a condemnation bandwagon to jump on–oh, yeah, this would qualify. The story focuses on shinigami–translated (I think […]
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Hope got sent home from school again today. She ran away from the assistant principal when she was supposed to be wiping tables for the trouble she got in yesterday, and hid in the bathroom and had to be hunted down. So I had her for the last four hours I was at work. I
Gotta love belated presents. Stretch the holidays, each gift gets appreciated, each giver gets enjoyed, spur-of-the-moment gifts get bought… Today was the first day back at work. I was dragging, bigtime. Till one of the teachers gave me an impulse gift–a 2006 Orlando Bloom calendar. It’s no longer a Christmas present. It’s my get-me-through-the-year present.
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Hope wanted to watch TV beyond the “freebies.” Normally I let her earn extra TV time, so when she asked, I told her, “Do something!” She came to me and poked me in the shoulder. “There,” she said with a grin. “I did something.” What an awesome kid. She’s reading The Lion, the Witch, and
So I thought, my head hurts, need to get away from the computer for a while but I don’t feel like a bubble bath–how about a nice long shower? Yeah. I take my bird, because he needs to get his feathers wet once in a while. Only Hope stole the suction cups off his perch,
Did I explain plot bunnies? I’m sure I did. So you know how I spent my day. Not that I’m complaining, I love writing, and plot bunnies spout the best stories. My one and only complaint is that it wasn’t an idea for my original fiction. Yeah, so what else is new, you ask? Yeah,
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Sure I could have found a babysitter and gone out and partied the night away. But then I wouldn’t have gotten to scare Hope with a headless chicken… It was hysterical. I had a whole (well, you know) chicken. I didn’t have a clue what to do with it. I IMed a friend, and she