Cobwebs

Taking a short break from both my novel and my restoration job for today. I have mental cobwebs and they need to be torn down.

First of all, I saw Chicken Little movie Sunday. My sister and I took the nephews. It was Ben's first movie. He asked "Where are the tables?" When we went into the theatre and he saw the rows and rows of seats that went for miles, his eyes grew huge. I thought, "He feels small." Well, he is.... in fact, he couldn't hold the seat down. It kept trying to close up on him. Luckily I brought my trusty blue straw bag with the pink flowers embroidered on it. Inside is everything a survivalist needs...a screwdriver, scissors, needle nose priers, bottles of asprin and tylenol, kleenex, a bottle of water, snacks for the boys and me, baby wipes for dirty fingers.... I would list more items but then I would have to kill you. To save Ben from being crushed by the seat, I placed my bag beside him to help weigh it down. It worked. He remained uncrushed.

The movie...it was ok. But now as I write and try to remember the movie itself, I find nothing stands out in my mind. Did I really watch it? Or was it my evil twin robot? If my twin was there, then where did I go? I couldn't have had much fun where ever I went, because I don't remember it? Maybe I shouldn't have ate the starburst candy!

The novel's coming along ok. There were a few days last week, where I forgot to bring along the current file and instead of not writing, I wrote bits and pieces of the story--like the middle and ending parts. So I'm slowly connecting the dots, filling in the blanks. As I get sections ready, I'll continue to post them here.

Another thing that's on my mind...is why some guys (chicks may do this too but I don't) call old flames after or even before they break up with their current girlfriend or wife? I heard from a guy I haven't talked to in 5 yrs last night. He said, "hi ...remember me? Are you dating anyone?" ... I didn't remember him at first and when I did remember him... I remembered that he was an asshole.... stood me up and I found out months later it was to date another girl. Now... if I were a vindictive bitch, I would make a date and stand his pimply ass up!

But I'm not... in fact Vindictive Bitch day is on Friday. Today it's Ignore-The-AssholeTuesday.

Back to work...enjoy the day....and Vote, dammit!