Excuse you sir... I had bruises in the perfect shape of a circle all over my poor body. Those things hurt.
I might pop you with neon purple, right in the left butt cheek, see how you like it.
Noooooo... sometimes my country bumpkin-ness comes out and it has to be corrected, or I'll have a lot of you thinking... "what even is that?" And, I won't be able to explain it, because who the hell knows?
And yeah, some of those Colt/Davin theories were a little scandalous.
Then the comments that make me blush and say, "oh no..."
Well you know... you're extremely consistent with your posting of new content. You're always on the leaderboard for new chapters whenever I pay attention to that statistic. You're giving so much love to GA and the readers here.
And all this is better than, "I've waited three months for a new chapter, are you still working on this story?" Because I lived in that nightmare for almost a decade with TBY. I am surprised people even bothered to look at my stories after that mess.
I'll take these shenanigans everyday.
I've shifted gears to the Prompt event, but yeah I'm sure we'll get there by this weekend. Hopefully during the usual scheduled day. I've had to rewrite the prompt 6k and nearly twelve pages was discarded because I didn't like it. I don't know if I like the new stuff either, but it feels better than what I originally wrote.
Maybe after it posts, I'll also copy/paste the "old" version for reading as well. But that's where I've been this week. Knowing I will be just one chapter ahead of the new writing goals makes me uneasy. I'm going to have to step it up and soon.
Problems for a different day though.
😮 They wouldn't... surely. I've went paint ball battling one time... it took one close range hit on exposed skin to tell me I didn't want to do that again. "It doesn't hurt..." I was told.
I had to correct them in saying, "It sure as hell can..."
My husband has complained and has made similar comments... although he had his complaining voice on. But, we'll not bring this to his attention, he may take it as a challenge and I don't want to walk into the living room and look up to see my end-table bolted next to our ceiling fan.
Proven right, as I responded without jumping over to the new page...
I hope this doesn't mean I've become predictable... but yes. He does have beady little eyes and grabby little hands.
I've missed an oh goodness comment... 😮 Also, now I cannot unsee what my gutter mind created.. sigh.
I don't know if Joel will be expanding his closet selection to include any maroon... the guy has to get a little used to wearing it though, their uniforms, he can't walk his happy ass out there in Orange can he?
Menaces. There seems to be plenty scampering around these parts. Maybe try watergun training. When he does something naughty, give him a spritz or two.
I was comparing you to the other menaces... but if all of you were lined up, say in a police line-up, I'd not trust a single one of you. I'd have to tell the officers on either side of me that you've all probably done something, and ask what exactly we're here for this time.
Yeah, I had that feeling too... the sinking feeling of... "oh goodness what have I done?" Then I hope it is good...
I wouldn't hold it against you if you unfollow. But welcome to the chaos, I guess. It is more than I imagined...
I may or may not have stumbled into the world of line dancing.. it is not done like it used to be, tight jeans, cowboy boots, and twerking.. my goodness. All in a line too...
Mine does grumble about dusting. But then I have to remind myself that he power washes the sidewalk/walkways, cleans the gutters, and details the vehicles... all things that I absolutely hate to do. So, I'll take the dusting chore.
Most of our bickering is centered around my desire to move the furniture around every so often... knowing fully that the layout and the quantity and size of our living room furniture can only go so many ways.