I'm on a deadline. Fingers crossed for me, because oh boy am I cutting it close. Also I've been working outside because the sun made an appearance and stayed all week. But people keep coming over to talk to me. People who think nothing of looking over my shoulder to read what I'm working on, and the last time that happened, it was a friend of a friend and she happened to catch a certain line I'd written. It actually wasn't a line meant to be in the book, it was a note to myself. And it said:
HE DOES HER HERE.
Yes. I seriously wrote that, and she seriously read that, and now I can't look her in the eyes.
So I try not to work in public anymore.
So I'm behind. And grumpy. And the ONLY people happy to see me right now are Frat Boy and Cali.
Dogs are a gift from heaven. You know, when they're not peeing in your house. Or eating your socks.
Oh and while you're here, can you tell me what your significant other calls you? It's for research, so a good cause. ;-) Alpha Man calls me "Woman" when he thinks he's being funny. He'll also call me honey or sweetheart, BUT when I'm being ... difficult (hey, it happens) he'll call me CeeDub. Short for C.W. Short for Crack 'Ho. Trust me, it's a term of affection. Hey, that's how we roll around here. :razz:
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