I’m heading out to shovel the driveway.
This involves:

• bundling the kids up in winter gear.  This always takes about fifteen minutes longer than I expect it to.  You think I’d learn.  But I’m positive I can get it done in under five this time…  Really.
• Sticking them both in the double stroller.  Munchkin will object, and Baby Bear will cry until we get moving.
• Walking until Baby Bear goes to sleep.  On a related note, I suggest that “pushing double stroller through snow” be added to the roster of Olympic events.
• Walk back home.
• Remove Munchkin from stroller without waking the baby.
• And then finally it’s on to shovelling snow.  Munchkin helps with her little red plastic shovel.

With any luck, I’ll finish before Baby Bear wakes up.

Or I could just make myself a nice hot cup of tea and leave it for M.

Okay, okay, I’m going.

Girls night out! Erm… well, out to dinner at least. Though M asked me if it was all just a cover and we were really going to see the Chippendales. Sadly, we were not.

Or not so sadly, because it was Indian food, and oh my goodness was it ever so yummy. I love going out to Indian food because the buffet had four meat dishes on one side of it and everything else I could eat! Although it would have been much harder if I was actually being a good vegan as ther was dairy in a lot of it, but I’m not even going to pretend to be trying right now. Although for someone who isn’t trying, I am pretty close to it these days just because I’ve gotten out of the habit of buying cheese, and that is the one food I’ve always had problems with. Now I can’t even remember the last time when I had cheese at home that wasn’t on a pizza.

I was naughty and stayed out ’til 10:00. What a rebel am I!

Well… it was a bit naughty. I had said that I’d be home by nineish, and M. tried to call me but I didn’t hear the phone because it was loud in there, so then he was worried as the roads are a bit slick and I’m still not very used to driving in ice and snow.

I wish M liked Indian food, because it was so good that I absolutely have to go back for more sometime. But alas, he doesn’t, so I’ll just have to take someone else along again.

I’ve been out a fair amount lately. Relative to previously for me, not for anyone else. I think I might actually be starting to get a tiny smidgeon of a life. Who knew it was possible for me?

NaNoWriMo update: not so much with the Wri, lately.

My wordcount has been stuck at a paltry three-thousand-and-some for days now.  I’m falling way behind.  This is partly because I’ve been reading instead of writing these past few days.

Book club is doing The Poisonwood Bible this month, which is one of my all time favorite books ever. So this makes me very happy to be able to share it with others.  But it’s been a few years since I’ve actually read it, and I find my memory a little sketchy as to some of the details, so I re-read is definately necessary.  I meant to finish it before November so I wouldn’t have to worry about it interfering with my writing, but I couldn’t find my copy, so I kept putting it off until this weekend when I finally found it in a box stored in our extra bedroom.

OMG, I had forgotten how long this book is.  That is probably in part because the first time I read it was long before I had kids, and I was able to read it in a day.  That’s so not happening this time!

But I love it.  I’ve read it so many times, and each time I find some little fantastic detail that I’d missed in all the previous readings.  There is just so much that is good in that book.

And, sadly, it makes me want to give up all pretense of possibly being a real writer someday,  as there is no way anything so marvelous could ever spring forth from my mind and my fingers.
I think wana-be-writers should temper their reading of good work with craptacular works of fiction that have done well.  The good to teach you about writing, the bad to make you think, “hey, even I could do better than that.”