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Quote of the Day:
So, then, to every man his chance — to every man, regardless of his birth, his shining golden opportunity — to every man his right to live, to work, to be himself, to become whatever his manhood and his vision can combine to make him — this, seeker, is the promise of America.
– Thomas Wolfe

Fortune of the Day:
This weekend will challenge your assumptions.

Today, Issue 2 of Ransom & Fortune hits the Inara bookshelf. Don’t forget to check it out, ya’ll!

Wow, yesterday was super busy for me at work. Not complaining at all. We have several proposals going out this week and I did covers and tabs for all of them. And fought with the durn color printer that didn’t want to print my tabs. I ended up manually feeding them All 40 of them. So hooray for that.

Yesterday morning felt more like a marathon than anything. I just never got a chance to sit down and actually write my blog entry. And I should have done it the night before but, well, I was tired and – get this – I ended up writing two pages on MAGIC. I was very pleased. Of course, I got no writing done yesterday, but that’s okay. I had a great time with my kiddo.

I picked him up after work and we went home. He blew bubbles on the patio while I tried to start cooking dinner. Tried being the operative word. But he wanted me to come out and blow bubbles with him so I did. Also, he kept dropping the little wand inside the bottle and he couldn’t get it out. :hehe:

So I left him to his bubbles while I took out the trash and tried to get motivated to cook. When I came back inside, he said, “Mom, I spilled the bubbles.” And he did too. Almost the entire bottle all over the patio. Which was no big deal. THAT’S why we blow bubbles outside, I said. So he came back in and I put the hockey game on and Sweetie Boy announced that he likes hockey and as I standing in the kitchen, he then says, “Mom, I have an idea. Let’s go to Chick-Fil-A.” Since I wasn’t too keen on cooking, I packed him up, grabbed my keys and we were off.

When we got there, he decided he didn’t want a kid’s meal. He wanted a chicken sandwich. And the way he says sandwich is SO darn cute. It’s sort of like shandwhich. Anyway, I checked and double checked that’s what he wanted to eat and that’s what I ordered. I got myself the chicken tenders and shared my waffle fries with him. And the kid likes their sweet tea (so do I!).

So we got home and that baby tore into that chicken shandwhich. He ate an entire bun, the two pickles, and half the chicken! I was shocked. Plus he ate half my waffle fries before announcing he was done. We watched more of the hockey game and then switched over to Tom & Jerry and he sat in my lap and laughed that belly laugh at that stupid cat and mouse.

I took him home and his dad was watching the third period of the hockey and Sweetie Boy then announced he wanted to play some hockey. So he found his stick (signed by Morrow) and his practice puck and “played” hockey. Dang it was cute.

Then I headed home where I watched a few episodes of Sex and the City on my DVD before hitting the sack for the night.

I zipped in to work this morning with Stevie Ray Vaughn blaring and the window down because the cool front came through last night (thank goodness). Today should be another busy day at the office as we’re getting down to the wire on one that’s due out late tomorrow in town.

I have some issues back to edit on the second season of the serial so I’ll probably get those done tonight. I have to do some rewriting and my brain hasn’t been into it lately. I want to get them done and out of the so I don’t have to think about anything but season three. Which will need heavy revision because the story is too rambly.

Anyway… off to work folks. I need coffee.

By Michelle

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