Pleh! Pleh!

Oh my GOD make me work!!! I have page after page of illegible notes and little sketches and my brain just flits form here to there…growl!! And *WHY* why do I make the same stupid spelling mistakes over and over and why don’t I catch them in time? WHY!!!
On the up side, I’m having fun reading. Also, I have this idea that’s really poking me in the ribs, the one I’ve been thinking about since my vacation, or as the girls and I like to refer to it, The Car Trip Of Sorrows.

It’s a Pete-centric story, I’d set it in the Civil Rights era, and, and…see? My problem is, I can’t shut up. Every thought I have goes right on paper. I talk like that too, which is why I’ve given up any pretense of keeping my private stuff private. *G* When I was a kid, I was very adamant that people not know about my personal biz—now? Tchah!

Old age is so freeing! Now I’m all about the sharing. Go ahead, ask me stuff! I’ll spill! Heh!
So…what was the point of this…oh! Working. Right. Gotta go make more notes now!
Love you!

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I'm working really hard! I am!
I have to share this with you. Even though there's no mention of this in the story, I have to show you the most perfect butt ever. Better than Mr. Will Smith's, better than Mr. Roxy's, (i know! sacrilege!) I'm telling ya. This is what a man's hindparts should look like. (i said like, not lick, right?)

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-5/716755/david_butt.jpg

Hooo-yay!

Thanks to the ever so generous mecurtin We're moving along on L&C DE! I'll post later tonight. (if you see me in your comments, smack me, i'm supposed to be working!)