And I Ran, I Ran So Far Away

Did I really call upon the power of A Flock of Seagulls to make my point?  Why, yes, yes I did.  I hope that this demonstrates the gravity of the situation.

Yesterday I fled (FLED!) to the writer’s group.  My children had been demonically scuttling across the ceiling for the last two hours, and I was ready to spend time with somebody whose head wasn’t spinning.  Steve Coonts spoke, and he was both entertaining and informative, which always rocks.  Then we got to “network”, which means that we all shoot the breeze.  I saw my friend Coffee that I haven’t seen in two months, and I met fellow blog stalker Babyface Jeremy D. Brooks.  Seriously, he looks like he’s about 15!  And we all decided that our idea of Hell on earth would have to do with –what else–ghosts.  Particularly being haunted by a textspeak ghost that left dire messages on the walls and mirror.  “u di.  LOL”  I laughed so hard that I was literally wiping away tears.  Being killed by ghosts would be the epic fail.  Babyface Brooks, what did you think of the meeting?

Today was the NCAA tournament.  This means that my husband is a zombie and doesn’t know if I’m alive or dead, so I am free to roam.  He watched the kids and I ran, I ran so far away.  For hours.  I scored a new pair of boots for a steal, and came home a much nicer and less frightening woman.

So I hope.

My demon story is sailing along nicely, and it’s about friggin’ time!  I mean, uh, yay!  I’m so happy!  The best thing that I read today?  Was Jameson T. Caine’s shark encounter.  It made my day.  And you know what else has been on my mind?  Rainbow Brite.  She worked her way into at least three conversations this week.


Pieces out:  Don’t know, don’t care.  Rainbow Brite, man!  Rainbow Brite! 

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