Boy, shaking this 6-a-week blog habit is tough . . .
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The Shirt of Not Bickering
Janie is back from Concordia, bearing useful Spanish phrases, a suitcase of dirty laundry, and four stuffed penguins from a side trip to the zoo.
Sunny is having trouble adjusting to being the little sister again and Janie is exuberantly making up for five days of being on her best behavior in front of Other People.
The adults of the household are not much amused by the resulting top volume shenanigans. Watson sent me this at work, along with a double dog dare:
I had my doubts, but when I showed the image to the girls, they immediately fled the scene together in a way reminiscent of The Defiant Ones, which I found loud—quelle surprise—but encouraging.
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A quick dose of happy
Sunny loved the first movie,* which we watched together Saturday night. We’ve decided our favorite “Little Yellow Tic-Tac Dude” is Kevin.
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Nanowrimo Weekly Update:
As of this posting, I’m 11,673 words into my Nanonovel. This is slightly fewer than I’d hoped, since I played hooky from the library yesterday. In my defense, I had a morning appointment with my eye doctor** and couldn’t find the keyboard for a while.***
Once my vision returned, I went to work and caught up with my deficit plus a bit , thanks in great part to Independent Clause’s guest post.
I have about 700 left to do today and a good idea about what’s going to happen next. Not a bad place to start week two!
If you’re doing Nanowrimo this year, what are you doing and how’s it going?
And if you aren’t, how about a guest post?
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I’m already standing in line for this
Santa’s tattoos alone would hook me for this movie, but Hugh Jackrabbit seals the deal.
The second trailer features Jack Frost, who seems to be the central Carefree Natural Spirit/Manchild Who Becomes The Responsible Hero We Need character, and who is voiced by Chris Pine^ because Merriam-Webster asked DreamWorks for a fresh example of “typecasting” for their next edition . . . but I’m willing to accept this because I’ve been waiting for BAMF Tooth Fairies all of my life.
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*She pronounces it Despictable Me, so of course I make her say it as often as possible—it’s even cuter than “callipidder.”
**Her office finally tracked me down and called me every day for a week until I set a date. So it’s been a year . . . or two . . . and I’ve been on my last pair of disposable contacts for a month now–I can still see out of my left eye, sort of, so I don’t know what the big deal is.
***I almost couldn’t find my way home. An optometrist’s parking lot is a frightening place: the drivers coming in can’t see very well, or they wouldn’t need to bother, and the drivers trying to leave have been dilated to the point where they hope the car approaching on the left is the real one. It’s like a game of Blindfolded Chicken Bumper Cars in there . . .
^I’m interested to see if he’s going to make the transition from Young Cocky Guy to Serious Dramatic Actor, or if he’ll go the George Hamilton route, which actually might work for him.
Earful of Cider 