From Monkeys To Nuts
Why, oh why, must my father in law send me chocolate-covered Hawaiian Host macadamia nuts? They are DEADLY good. I will be plump as a partridge soon, because the poor man literally does not know what else to send me as a present. I guess I’m hard for a 90-year-old Japanese man to buy for.
Moving on, thank you to everyone who suggested the Burpee and Gurney’s catalogs. They were’s exactly the company I was thinking of, but both will serve my plant fix needs admirably.
And now, the ancient sport of nurdling! I kept waiting for Monty Python to come out of the bushes. But apparently this is for real. And that is AWESOME.
The short story for a Sekrit Projekt (it’s only sekrit because we haven’t signed paperwork yet) just fell out of my head yesterday. It took four hours and a bowl of pho to get out 7K words of Jack Becker, private eye, who wakes up in his own grave. Story is currently resting with beta reader for newborn care and writer is doing fine, though a little stretched and torn in some mental places. This last weekend I also finished a glossary and revisions on the second Jill book. It’s been a busy time around here.
And I love Jonathan Coulton.
*sigh* Sappy love songs make me melt. I am such a girl.
Don’t tell anyone, though.
I have a reputation to maintain.
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