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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors
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2005-09-20 10:30 PM
Not the Tasmanian Devil
Words written: “The Brinks Job”: 665
I have been trying to find a free moment to write up about the long, lovely weekend, and some major decisions I made towards the end of it. But free moments are few and far between right now. Tonight, Ken picked up me up from the carpool driver’s house, we went to Baja Fresh for dinner (mmmm, leftovers for breakfast!), and then we went shopping for various house stuff. I think I’m doing an admirable job of not turning into the Tasmanian Devil over the fact that all the stuff we needed to do for the Historic Home Tour is happening this week, as opposed to being started two months ago when Ken got home from Portland. I’m a study in calm, I am. In comparison to the Tasmanian Devil, at least.
We bought some baskets for the upstairs bathroom (for toilet paper and magazines), and mostly decided to buy an over-the-toilet rack and towel rack set (the latter of which will actually go in the downstairs bathroom), but we wanted to check another store first, and by the time we were done, the first store was closed. Ken will buy the set tomorrow. We got some wood and chain and other building-type material, though.
I started a new collab story that Teresa and I are writing for the next Black Lace anthology. I had originally planned to work on DFL this week, but now I’m kind of putting that on hold until I can really focus on it. Thursday night, we leave for Yuma, AZ; Friday night is the concert and then we’ll head home. Saturday is the final push for getting ready for the Home Tour, and dinner with Ken’s mom. Sunday is the tour. The following week, we’ll be at concerts on Thursday (Ken’s birthday) and Friday, his party is Saturday, and we’ll be going into LA to see Mirrormask on Sunday. (Serenity will be a midnight showing after the Friday concert, somewhere.) I have come up with some good bits and pieces for the book, though, so that’s something.
The 40 Days and 40 Nights of Ken is going very well, and he’s having an absolute blast. We have some very creative and wonderful friends. :-)
Now Reading: Buried Secrets, Evelyn Vaughn (Silhouette Intimate Moments)
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