I wonder if the person who coined the term 'windbreaker' for that certain style of jackets giggles every time they hear it. "farter'... hehehe
For some reason, Sawyer is obsessed with feet. Socks on, socks off, shoes, no shoes. He must have the feet. Finn, on the other hand, is obsessed with used tissues. He couldn't care less about new tissues, but blow your nose in it and set it down... haHA.
I got the Boyz a couple of dog toys - a mallard duck and a raccoon. The duck was the goal, but I bought the raccoon, so they'd each have a toy to play with. Nope, they just love the duck. The first time one of them grabbed it by it's neck and ran through the house with it... achievement unlocked.
By the way, the Boyz have been weighed. At 8 months old, Sawyer is 11.5 pounds and Finn is 9 pounds even. Sawyer's my chonky boi.
So, I was laying in bed last night not sleeping and thinking about the demise of my writing. And wouldn't you know it, the answer of 'where the hell do I go with the next book?' hit me like a bolt out of the blue. Of course, I am up to my ass in alligators, so finding time to write will be difficult, and I may be burned to a crisp if I try to write while doing everything else, but there it is.
Speaking of busy, the past couple of days, I've been working 8 hours... with a half hour lunch in the middle... then coming home to do spreadsheets. And finishing at about 8:30p. Yeah, add writing to that... :snort:
Oh, and then I play with the kittens before going to bed, because I don't want to neglect the babies. Poor Hubs.
And that's about it. Time to call the Michigan office before I have to get ready to go to the Missouri office. Yay.