oy, friends. bitch and moan with a little woo-hoo.

[roxy]

I'm writing at the top of my game! It's a little depressing...but in the happy column, I'm having *fun*! REally, having a great time writing this current fic. Unfortunately, it's killed anything else for the time being. Ah well, can't have everything!
Stories, can't live with them...pass the beer nuts.

Thanksgiving is almost upon us. It's going to be a quiet thing here at the Rose Manse. Just us, and I've threatened Mr. Roxy with loss of a kidney if he invites anyone to dine with us. The man is a damn social butterfly. If it was up to him, I'd have been at everyone of your houses. Yes, he is that into people and company and visiting and...*stuff*. Me, I'm not so much a social one. Not so much the raconteur. More...hermity. In fact, I'm saving shoeboxes to wear on my feet. (Ha! That's funny stuff, right there, to folks my age.) So any hoo, the point of this post being lost somewhere along the line--love you all! Kisses! Watch the hair....

Comments

[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

Writing Non Timebo Mala at the top of your game? Woo hoo! That's what you're writing, right?

I'm doing a mostly family-free TG myself. It's nice that way. Good luck keeping yours quiet.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

weeeell, actually I meant that I'm writing at the very limits of my skill.

But yeah, Non Timebo Mala is the fic, and I'm practically chortling(not a pretty picture) as I write, I'm having such a good time with it. And now I've said that several times and you know what that means--BLOCK. :)

Iz time for X-mas icons?

[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

Xmas was as close as I could get to Thanksgiving, iconically speaking.

*gives writer's block the evil stink-eye.*

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

you & mr. roxy would certainly be welcome here, if you were ever down this-a-way! not that i cook any more, but i could take you to the diner. *g*

(i once wrote a poem called "the hermit emerges," but actually the reclusiveness comes & goes.)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

If we ever head down that way, I would definitely do the diner with you.

I keep a little list in my head of folks I would mooch offa visit, and you're one. *GGGGG*

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

aw, good! i'd really enjoy that. <3

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind if you'd come visit me. :D My family might get scared, but I'd love it. hehe

*smothers you in love and hugs and kisses* ♥

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

LOL!!!! I can just imagine us explaining what I was doing on your doorstep...*SNORFLE*

[selinamoonfire.livejournal.com]

It's important to have fun while you're writing. If we're going to be slaves to the Muses, we might as well enjoy it.

I'd love to have you visit. Except I think you'd be terrified by all the kittens and clutter. o.O

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*G* Okay, kitties maybe, clutter....hahahahahaaaa! *NEVER*!

[selinamoonfire.livejournal.com]

Are you allergic? *iz nervous now*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Ha--no! But I admit, I'm one of those horrible people that prefer kittens to cats. Except real old cats. I like them. They're kind of really philosophical about everything.

[selinamoonfire.livejournal.com]

I have kittens and I have some 8+ yr old cats. Though Mouse (yes I have a cat named Mouse) is younger. She'd probably drive you nuts but she doesn't like people so you should be fine. :D

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

Eek! I'm so behind on your writings, m'dear! *GASP*

So sorry. OTOH, so you and your man kinda even out the social scale, huh? Good for you guys. I always dislike the uber-friendly couples just on principle. You know, the type where they both chat at you for 45 minutes straight until your face hurts from fake!smiling and your eyes are watering from the glare coming off their pearly whites.

Ahem. Or maybe that's just me. . .

Happy Turkey Day to you and yours, hon (or whatever your meal includes, if not the Delicious Pardoned!Bird)!!!!

*snuggles*
*avoids sanctified 'do*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh girl, don't even think about apolgizing, no one knows more than I do how that can happen!

Yes, my man is the reason I'm allowed out in public at all. *G* Otherwise, little kids would be daring each other to walk up to the house, and telling stories about how last year, swear to god, bobby lost a ball in her back yard and NEVER CAME BACK OUT.... do yeah, balance. *g*

Happy turkey day to you too, my love, and as per traditon, we'll be murdering some bird but good.

[tabaqui]

*grabs you and smishes you and kisses you all over*
Luff you, Miss Rose!