The Big DumpTruck

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope the Stuffing Fairy gives you the big smackdown this year, you all deserve it, each and every one of you. Yes, even you, lady who was driving 30 in a 40 this morning and causing me irreparable stress damage. Oh, I certainly do think it's great that you didn't have to go to work today! You're so lucky! I know, taking your car for a stroll is a GRAND thing to do at 7:30 in the morning. Don't mind me, I'll just have my front bumper jammed up your tail pipe.

Anyway, my foot fell asleep, and now the rest of me is all jealous. I'm going to go tuck myself in. You stay beautiful, you hear?

Labels: happy, holidays, thanksgiving

I am sad to announce that I will not be able to decorate my house to the level that I would like to this holiday season. I would like to cover the house with so many lights that you can see it from space. Sure, the neighbors might not like it, but really, who can stay angry at twinkly lights? Nobody, that's who!

I don't own enough lights to accomplish my dream, nor do I have the manpower available to me to do it. I guess it will have to wait until after I become rich and famous. And have a lot more energy to do stuff like this.

I also pulled out the two shrubs that I normally put lights on every year. That seemed like a good idea until I realized I can't put lights out on these shrubs any more because they aren't there any more. Huh.

So last year, during the January "everything 75% off" sale at Target I bought a little fiber optic tree. Last week I tracked it down so we could see how tall it was. Not tall enough to use as our only tree, not by a long shot. But of course, now that it's set up, I think I'll leave it, just so I have a little something to make me happy. And here it is:

Labels: happy, holidays, lights, video

7000 words in, I finally have a plot. Or at least a purpose. And characters. The full plot will probably not reveal itself until the end of the month, meaning I'll have a lot more work to do to get it into a finished state. Which, based on history, I will never do. I'm writing about my kid, his friend, and his cousins. It is fiction, I swear. My niece does not own a store that only sells cups and saucers. She's 9 - owning a store like that is years in her future.

I don't know why I keep doing NaNoWriMo, but I'm at the point where I almost have to do it, or I'll feel bad about it. So I give up a few hours of my November, no big deal, right?

So while I'm working on this, please send snacks.

Labels: nanowrimo, writing