I have been buuuuusy the last few days! Slushing, trying to track down old contracts, and–oh yes–installing our in-ground trampoline. Is it fabulous? It’s fabulous. But it’s also a lot of work. For my husband. My contribution has mostly been, “Oh, it’s lovely, honey! I see that you’re drilling through cement at lightning speed!” and keeping the tiny ones from falling into the big, gaping hole that is our backyard. (What? There’s only one drill, and believe me, people, you don’t want me to be running around with that type of weapon in my hands! Plus I’m working on Halloween.) I took plenty of pics and I’ll stick up a tutorial later. There aren’t enough of them on the ‘net, I can tell you that. I knocked myself out trying to learn how to do this.
Strawberries are insanely cheap right now, at least here in Vegas. They’re the last of the season. I want you guys to try something. It sounds horrendous and horrible, but it is a delicious, sweet, sweet treat. Take a strawberry, dip it in sour cream, and then roll it in brown sugar. Fight me all you want on this, but you’ll thank me later, I guarantee it. We serve this at parties.
Or at least, we would. If we had parties.
Also, I’m doing The Zombie Walk here in town. I’m going to drag the Illiterati out of their interdimensional wormhole, and we’re going to zombify ourselves. It’ll be fun, especially if they get the Thriller thing going, like I think they will. Maybe this will help sway me from vampires to zombies…
Nah. I don’t think so.
I’m suffering that post-story letdown that happens when you finish a piece that you were especially fond of. It’s like the day after Christmas, or right after a breakup. I don’t know whether to fling myself into the arms of a new piece, or reflect on the old one for a while. Maybe we can all go out to the movies or shopping. Help me get Big Man Ben out of my mind. I changed his title, incidentally. *sigh* So now he really is perfect.