I am home and thinking up the best torture for my kids.
I am wondering what ever possessed them to try and kill each other in English class.
I am thinking poop patrole might be the best thing.
I am finished feeding the plot bunnies.
I am now inundated with little baby plot bunnies that are sucking all the juice out of the older ones.
I am wondering how many stories I can handle at once.
Um - not guilty. I never danced with my ex-husband in any light.
G/NG - likens ex lovers to evil beings but thinks they would win in a knock down drag out fight?
I am having plot bunnies over for dinner.
I am trying to coax them into giving over their ideas.
I am thinking some penis shaped carrots might do the trick.
I am happy to be home.
I am frustrated because everyone else in the building knows how much they are getting for the bonus this year but my team is still left in the dark.
I am thinking I need to write, write, write.