Yeah, it’s here: Talk Like A Pirate Day. Savvy?
My mom’s doctor visit yesterday wound up taking way longer than either of us had planned because the doctor wanted a bunch of tests, blah, blah, blah. I think there is a rule that old people must have a specific number of annoying tests performed on their bodies a year, and Mom had fallen behind on her quota. The good part was in the middle of it all, we had a chance to go to Dunkin Donuts. There is something very soothing about hanging with my mom while she drinks coffee and eats a plain doughnut.
Like fantasy? Then hang with Firebird (LJ version or MySpace), the love child of my Editress Major, Sharyn.
Today’s writing job – figure out the still-snarled plot problem in chapters 10-12 of the The New Book. It’s raining, which makes work easier, and the distractions should be few. If I’m a really good girl and figure the problem out, I’m going to the gym early.
I would have loved to watch Eudora Welty eat a doughnut and drink coffee, too. I must read all of these!
Stay away from spinach, me buckos, and don’t let the scurvy sons of mothers get you down.
Yarrr! Don’t ye be touchin’ me booty (and other such double entendres). I left a cursed voice post in me captain’s log!
~Captain Fawndolyn