The Girls Are Kicking My Nano Arse

Athene, OMouse and Liarbyrd are 5000+ words ahead of me and I am feeling guilty about it so I am going to try and see just how much writing I can get done today. Until then, I'll share with you the portion of my tale about "The Guy"

Then The Guy, the collective, and unified presence and representation of every dropped out executive turned dirty hippy showing up dressed in faded designer jeans and a scruffy beard just before one in the afternoon, and asking “do you guys like carry any fancy pipes – know what I mean, pipes – colourful pipes?” signified the arrival of lunchtime. However, before eating lunch, Laurel explained to The Guy “we deal only in fair trade products, products from which villagers and artisans earn a fair wage – we do not know of a global source of “colourful pipes” that are not created by slave or child labour working in inhumane conditions.” Ryan thought it funny how Laurel straightened her back and rolled her shoulders whenever she was laying the ethical law down to someone like the myriad The Guy that walked through the doors just before one on any given weekday.

Bing Bong Goes The Cathedral Bell

How exciting is this: we finally got a doorbell. It doesn't get much better than this I tell you! This, this was the grand excitement of my weekend. The neato stuff I thought supercool. We installed a $30 doorbell system with bingy thingys on both the front and side doors. We could have had this set up for a lot cheaper...a frugal $15.00 but then we wouldn't have had "enhanced cathedral sound".

Gee, Growing up sucks.

Off to Nano.