The cats are tired of waiting
Sunday, February 15th, 2009 10:03 pmSo, says Scrabble, you said Steve would be home today.
I said, says I, that he would be home this evening. It is still, by the clock, this evening.
I, says Scrabble, am being abused, neglected, ignored.
Fine, take it up with Steve when he gets home this evening. I'm the one who was here all weekend.
And a lot of good, says Scrabble, turning around three times in the co-pilot's chair and settling in for a well-deserved nap, you were.
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In other news, I've finished reading Fine Prey (thanks,
sleary, and have now printed out a reading copy of Carousel Tides. Since there has been An Indication from the Nice Editor Lady that she'll be wanting some changes, I'd better refresh myself on the story, which I last read in November or December 2006. Between then and now, we've written *mumbles and counts on fingers* four? novels and a buncha short stories, so I'm understandably a little hazy on the details.
I said, says I, that he would be home this evening. It is still, by the clock, this evening.
I, says Scrabble, am being abused, neglected, ignored.
Fine, take it up with Steve when he gets home this evening. I'm the one who was here all weekend.
And a lot of good, says Scrabble, turning around three times in the co-pilot's chair and settling in for a well-deserved nap, you were.
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In other news, I've finished reading Fine Prey (thanks,