I might have mentioned, I’m in deadline hell. I’m far too braindead to be witty, so here are a few conversations that have gone on in the Shalvis abode:
1. Between me and the very distracted Youngest, who happened to be on the computer.
Could look up how to spell reservoir for me, please?
Sure. Um . . . how do you spell it?
Yeah, see, if I knew, I wouldn’t have asked.
2. And then when Alpha Man was hammering and sawing and making a crap load of noise, and me STILL two weeks from a deadline.
Me to Middle:
Can you get me ear plugs?
Sure. How many?
Uh, one for each ear?
3. And after being dragged to the grocery store with Alpha Man, with a bazillion skiers and snowboarders, all standing in the fast food aisles saying “dude” a lot. A twenty-ish year old boarder stopped short in front of Alpha Man, who crashed into him. The boarder’s ski pants, already sagging nearly to his knees, fell to the top of his boots.
Boarder: Dude. Sorry.
Alpha Man: Dude. No problem. But why even bother wearing pants?
Boarder: They don’t let you in the store without ‘em.
4. In the car on the way home from the store, with Bruno Mars wailing about Uptown Funk and my 80% deaf Alpha Man singing at the top of his lungs and my head about to fall off:
Me: Who sings this song?
Him: Bruno Mars
Me: Then let them sing it!!!
Yeah. It’s a tough crowd in this house . . . Okay, I have to go back to writing my book now. Hopefully writing THE END very soon. Stay tuned.