7 Years Ago

Quote du Jour:
Hubert Hawkins: Oh, it’s very simple, sire. When the Doge did his duty and the Duke didn’t, that’s when the Duchess did the dirt to the Duke with the Doge.
King Roderick: Who did what to what?
Hubert Hawkins: Oh, they all did, sire. There they were in the dark; the Duke with his dagger, the Doge with his dart, Duchess with her dirk.
King Roderick: Duchess with her dirk?
Hubert Hawkins: Yes! The Duchess dove at the Duke just when the Duke dove at the Doge. Now the Duke ducked, the Doge dodged, and the Duchess didn’t. So the Duke got the Duchess, the Duchess got the Doge, and the Doge got the Duke!
King Roderick: Curious. I… I… hm? What? What’s that? All I heard was that the Duchess had a siege of rheumatism. She’s 83, you know.
The Court Jester

Seven years ago today, I was in Vegas saying “I do.” Can hardly believe it’s been SEVEN years! It’s gone fast, but at the same time, it’s not gone very fast at all. I told my husband he should take me to Vegas for the weekend for our anniversary, but I couldn’t convince him. Ah well. So we’ll celebrate with going out to dinner.

We had a great wedding. It cost us $100 for the ceremony and we got a roundtrip limo ride from the hotel to the chapel, a bouquet, a nice little service, and a video tape. It took all of 30 minutes to get a marriage license before heading over to the Chapel by the Courthouse. Afterwards we gambled. Won some money at roulette.

I highly recommend a Vegas wedding – cheap and hassle free, not to mention fun! 😛

Anyway… another brain dead day. I think I’m going to blame it on the fact that DH’s alarm goes off at 5:30, disturbing my beauty sleep and thereby giving me horrible sleepy-head all day. That’s the excuse anyway.

I think I wrote 50 words all day and only a few of them on the adventure serial, which isn’t going well at all. Still stuck in the corner and I can’t figure out how to get out. I should have never separated the hero and heroine. At least when they’re together, they always have some witty or humorous interaction. Separate, though, I have no idea what to do with them. Argh!

In other writing news, already got a rejection back. It only took a week, so I’m wondering if my query even got read. Hm. Oh well. doesn’t matter. Onward and upward!

I also had that normal afternoon headache. I’m going to attribute that to the ozone alert in place. It’s one of those dull pounding headaches that won’t go away. It just makes me miserable.

Spent the day at work archiving the past two years worth of work which meant I just burned CDs all day long. Mindless. I love mindless tasks. Especially when the head is throbbing and pounding like there a little man (there’s that little man!) in there banging on my brain with a rubber mallet.

I wondered if anyone would notice if I wore my boxers and a big floppy t-shirt to work. Of course I didn’t, but it sounded good when I was trying to figure out what to wear. I hate trying to decide what to wear sometimes.

Why God Made Children Cute
I put my son in the tub as usual. After filling it up with water, I go to check my email. I’m out of the room maybe 5 minutes when I hear what can only be described as a maniacal laugh. When I go back to the bathroom, he is taking one of his bath toys, filling it with water and then pouring it all on the floor.

Nice. 😐

I quickly got him out of the tub. Children.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.