My daughter finally figured out she can get out of bed by herself.
So far, she's been out here for three separate drinks of water, two trips to the bathroom and one memorable "I forgot to put my dvds away."
She keeps this up, and I'm going to staple her blankets to the mattress with a small hole for breathing.
I'm about three pages into my fic for the Strangers ficathon (I have no idea how to do the word count thing), and already I've narrowly missed diving into the smut. Cripes. You know what will be the scary thing?
If I finish this pup in time for trick or treating.
Did I mention we have twenty three writers participating?
Oct. 31st is gonna rock.