today needs to be a day of doink thinks around the house, such as: – dishes – laundry (more than just diapers, but them too) – empty garbges – make bread – make soup (chicken noodle, and pretty yummy!) – make the bed – post on jumbletown (primadonna arTEEST insists) – write. heh. :p (962 words, not bad)
Author: mizkit
apparently…
…when I said “cannot work like this” I really meant “primadonna arTEEST does not WISH to work like this but in fact can get her groove on just fine if she sits her ass down and focuses,” as I wrote 900 words this morning on a short story, the end of which, I said smugly, is awesome. I am totally, totally loving this Sekrit Project. And you will too. :)
agh.
note to self: *must* do jumbletown postings tonight. cannot work like this. *stressbunny*
leprechauns!
The Fabulous Lorraine, Spanish Ana, Young Indiana and I went to the Leprechaun Museum today. (Jeez. I need a cooler name than I’ve got, to hang with that crowd.) There is an optical illusion tunnel through which one enters the museum. The tour guide lad said, “Tunnels are often used to connotate entrance to another world, such as in Alice in Wonderland, Coraline, and others!” Lorraine, Ana and I all stared at one another, and I said to Lorraine, “Do people *often* randomly reference works by your employer while you’re…
a real estate agent walks into a bar…
In 2002, after we’d moved back to Alaska and gotten our acts together, we started looking for a house to buy. There was one I didn’t want to look at because I thought it would be dark and dismal, but Ted really wanted to look at it, so we went to see it. It was not dark and dismal. It was, in fact, utterly lovely, and Jill, our real estate agent, said, “You guys are idiots if you don’t put an offer in on this house.” (We did, and we…