I have three pairs of glasses now, but I'm still stuck in the mindset of only having one, so I keep thinking I'm going to have to get up and walk into the living room to get my glasses, even though there's a pair right here on my desk. Derp.
I wrote an entire long paragraph on Monday night with no punctuation other than at the end. My editor is going to go into spasms but I was trying to show the character was in hysterics. The MC slaps her to make it stop.
There was something else here, but it was so long, I turned it into a post for next week.
I sometimes wonder what people would think if they ever read the sticky notes on my desk. There's one there now that says 'bunnies killed cellphones--Landlines?' I expect they'd lock me in a rubber room with an I-love-me jacket.
I've been calling straitjackets 'I-love-me' jackets for decades. Think about it for a second. Get it now? Not sure where I heard it or if I came up with that one myself. I so funny.
Today, we're having Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce. Yum. I felt like eating turkey and they had turkeys on sale. It was only $2.50 more for me to buy a whole turkey than a pre-made package of turkey breast slices with gravy. Lucky for me, Hubs is okay with making it.
Some of the things I thought were hilarious when I was younger are not really making me laugh like they used to. Laurel and Hardy? Meh. Abbott and Costello? Meh. I'm meh about the Marx Brothers, too, to a certain extent. (Still love me some Harpo.) I guess I've progressed beyond slapstick. Which is kinda sad. I do breakout laughing when I see a criminal get tased, though. Especially when they stiffen up and fall over. Or when they're being all Barney Badass and then end up shrieking like a little girl. ROFL. Kills me every time.
Nope, no plans on ever getting tased. That shit looks like it hurts and as long as you do what the officers are asking you to do, you don't get tased. I'm very into doing what I'm told when pain is on the line. They tell you to put your hands in the air, you do it. They tell you to get on the ground, you do it. Don't run. Don't reach for stuff. Follow directions and no tasing necessary. Funny how that works. And if you think they're in the wrong, you still do what they ask and sort it out later - after you call a lawyer. Better to spend a few hours sorting it out than face the pain of a taser. Know what I mean?
And that's it for me. What's it for you?