Happy Mardi Gras to you Bill! And everyone else. I spent a couple nights in jail in New Orleans during Mardi Gras (long story), but got out on Fat Tuesday. It was kind of fun, to be honest. At the time I romantisized things like getting thrown in jail as signs of an authentic, original life.
Fuzzy, I am giving up moderation for Lent.
Sunny day. All the snow is finally beginning to melt. The mountains are gorgous, dusted in snow, glinting in the sunlight.
Actually going to a writing critique group tonight. I have always avoided them in the past. Being dragged, kicking and screaming, into networking with other writers.
The usual please. Hope everyone has an excellent Fat Tuesday!
Isn't It Romantic. It was funny, and good at taking down old rom-com tropes.
More octopus factoids (all gleaned from my obsession last year):
Boy octopuses (NOT OCTOPI!!!) mate by sticking an arm inside the girl octopus, and sorta hands her the sperm. SOMETIMES SHE TAKES THE WHOLE ARM!!!
*cringing*
True.
You believe in "meant to be" soulmates.
A fire escape overlooking NYC streets.
My daughter talking on the phone to her boyfriend. I've liked some of her boyfriends. This one is a toad.
I don't think you can really separate the two; mind is body and body is mind. The emotional and the physical are two sides of the same coin. If it's serious, they're the same damn thing.
Not in this neck of the woods.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Layla flies in late tonight! We will have the weekend together! Yay!
Thank you to everybody here--you know who you are--who helped keep me sane for the last week and a half. I've been going a bit nutty. Got a lot of writing done.
I got the newest Office 365 install for walk. Yuk. I will spend all day having to calm down Microsoft from trying to worm its way in as a default for everything.
Not much else going on. New book drops tomorrow, but that has become a pretty automated process.
Thanks for the set-up and the donuts, Tonya! My prediciton is the Marlins wil have a tough year. The Mets will be better than last year, but that's not saying much. Neither will end up in the play-offs, I fear.
Köffee please. Good luck to the comp entrants!
A Rob Roy. And a song on the jukebox, so we can dance.