I am wondering why it will take red 3 1/2 days to bake a pie.
I am assuming he is walking to Maine to pick the blueberries by hand.
I am happy to have sent chapter 8 off to beta.
I am unhappy that chapter 9 is now staring me in the face.
I have. I've had too many to list over the years. Right now, I only have two cats and a husband. Wait, technically he's not a pet. Technically.
I have never been evicted.
Not guilty. I never even threw them at my own house.
Has given the finger to someone in traffic. (That could be relevant on several different levels…)
^ Will soon be a sock-evangelist.
< Has too much time wrapped up in worshipping Mr. Rickman to add another idol to the schedule.
V Will take my place at the sock worship meeting.
I am doing laundry and editing.
I am currently drying and staring, respectively.
I am allowing the dryer to do all the drying while I am left to do all the staring.
I am right there with dazzled on the wondering where the fic is going train of thought.
I have, if you count TP-ing when I was in high school. We never threw eggs or anything that was really damaging, and the toilet paper was actually kind of pretty in a toilet paper sort of way...
I have never had to punish a child for anything.
Not guilty. I suffered the shivers and dry heaves of alcohol poisoning without the aid of medical assistance.
Has a yearly physical at the doctor's office, whether you need it or not.