moire2

If you haven't already, you should read this.  It's all kinds of wonderful.  

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5782108/1/Harry_Potter_and_the_Methods_of_Rationality

Everyone in the house, and one of our dogs, is sick. That's a lot of icky stuff to clean up.

There just isn't enough Lysol.

TITLE: Family Blessings
AUTHOR: Moire2
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 651
FEEDBACK: On || FEEDBACK TYPE:
WARNING: Duck!
SUMMARY: Don't piss off Grandma.
PROMPTS: Close your eyes and imagine a door. Where is it to? What is it for? What's it attached to? Where does it go? Who's going through it? Where will it lead?
A/N: Jen, thank you for allowing everyone to get together and write. You are amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you! On another note, sorry I wasn't able to write this without the words: there, you, if, when, as, very, really, so, because and like. It just wasn't happening for me. Again, sorry.



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Wow. I haven't written anything in years. It feels as if that part of my brain dried up and died. Gross, but true. At first I was too busy with late night feedings and felt too 'duh from a lack of sleep. Now, there's the constant watching I do to make sure she doesn't eat dog poop, pull garbage from the can or fall off the sofa headfirst. It is mindless work, but one look away can mean the difference between "special" and special.

So, the part of my brain that used to think think-y thoughts has become lazy, flabby and downright annoyed that I'd poke at it and ask it to actually do anything this morning. Describing it as such is probably more humiliating than I'd like to admit. And, as my toddler pounds on the cabinet with her plastic hammer, I see that I better stop writing and find her entertainment that won't damage the house.

Gonna miss you!

Anyone buy the Palm Pre yet? If so, what do you think?

So...

Just sat down to watch the season finale of TSCC and all I've got is the Atlanta weather dude from FOX giving a play-by-play thunderstorm report. Cause, for some reason, thunderstorms are BIG NEWS around here. We're 17 minutes in and he is still going strong. OMG! There's lightning!!! Intense cloud to ground lightning and...RAIN!

Fucking Atlanta. Full of weather pussies.

Happy Birthday berry_hearts!

Last night I dreamed that I cut off the head of a stuffed-toy elephant and threatened not to sew his head back on if he didn't talk. He spilled his guts. In true villain-style, I left him headless on the floor, white filling everywhere.

Does this mean I have issues with Republicans? I'm not sure.