Extra Late

Once again I have gotten my stories written each day but I don't get them posted. Yesterday it was due to the fact that Ken and I are the most boring couple in the world.

See, we had been invited out dancing at 80's Night at the Crystal Ballroom, but I was dog-ass tired and we decided instead that it would be a good idea to stay home, make pizza and watch TV on DVD.

It was about 9:30 and I had Mr. Z on my lap, and Ken had Princess Sassy-Face in his lap, and we had already watched three episodes of Weeds when I turned to Ken and said,

"We are the most boring couple in the world. And I absolutely love it."

Here is a picture of me getting my story written out in between episodes of Weeds last night.










Word of the Day Friday, February 05, 2010

distrait

\dis-TRAY\ , adjective;

1. Divided or withdrawn in attention, especially because of anxiety.


He silently gnawed on his fingernail distraitly glancing out the window. His thumbnail started to bleed but he kept picking away at it. How could he be so stupid? He never had anything but good intentions, but somehow his plans never quite worked out the way he thought they would.

Seriously, al he wanted to do was get all of his family together for dinner. How exactly it turned into this particular level of hell he wasn't exactly sure. All he knew now was that he would rather not eat dinner at all that night. He peaked out of the corner of the kitchen window again for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

Just then he saw his brother's Range Rover pull up along the front driveway.

More wine, he thought to himself, we are definitely going to need another bottle of wine, and he busied himself with the corkscrew as his wife went to go answer the door.