My (Catholic school)class included Michael Hunt. The kid was always getting into trouble and this was back in the days when they would announce who had detention. Yah... the nun rattling off "Mike Hunt".
Cracked us up every time.
I knew that dog would throw me over the edge...
But thanks. I haven't been paying attention. I'm not like other attention seekers and competitive people.
Well... the shifter story is done and my next two ideas are still in the "am I going to write this or not" stage. Plus, I'm too damn busy this week. I do have vacation coming up so we'll see.
Ok. It took me a hot minute. Now I get it. (Boss's boss showed up. Owner's flight gets in this afternoon. Tomorrow should be fun... not. My thinking process is one cell shy of short circuiting. I hate being stressed)
I'd say poor kid, but maybe not. 🤔 😆