Orange nails are pretty...
Soooo... I posted my glomp_fest yesterday. :D
Okay, so it was really at 12:11am this morning, but psssssssh, it was still before midnight at sabriel75's house and she was my beta. It totally counts! Haha.
If you're interested in reading "Survival Training," you can see it on my fic journal here or at AO3 here. Might I add, I'm totally addicted to AO3. Seriously. But, anyway, yeah, there it is! :D
*dances*
And since I dropped from paperlegends for the year (okay, still sad about it...), I'm going to spend at least the next two weeks just reading and getting caught up on fest reads. \o/ You know that's awesome! Don't even lie. :D Hehe.
In other news, I'm still waiting to hear back from the woman about her house. It takes her like a week every time she has to respond. I'm not gonna lie, if you really wanted to sell your house, you'd think you'd work a little harder at getting back to someone, but... oh well. I guess I'm not in any rush.
Right now anyway.
Alright, happy making time!
{Take the 100 Things challenge!}
The things that come out of my daughter's mouth are freakin' hilarious. Take, for instance, the following:
Me: Gracie, what are you doing?
Gracie: *lying on the floor, on her stomach, arms propped up on a pillow* Playing Top Shot, mommy. *aims with her finger* I'm Gabby and I'm going to shoot this box. Pew pew!
Gracie: *singing in the backseat of the car* I am a genius! I am a genius! Gracie is a geniuuuuuuuuuus! I am more genius-ier than my mother!
Me: Did Miss Lauren show you guys how to go on pointe today?
Gracie: Yeah, but I already know how to do it. (She actually does. It scares me.)
Me: Of course you do. Do you want to take ballet this summer then?
Gracie: Yes, mommy. I'm going to be a prima ballerina.
Gracie: *in the backseat of the car, fingers to her ears like a phone* Ring, ring. ... Ring, ring! ... RING, RING, mommy!
Me: Oh. *fingers to my ears* Hello?
Gracie: Hello, is Mommy there?
Me: This is.
Gracie: Hi, mommy. This is Saunt Cara (sounds a bit like Aunt Sara LOL). I'm calling from... rabbits... dot com.
There are millions more, but that's just what I have on my mind today. That kid. :D
Y'all have a glorious day! :D
Okay, so it was really at 12:11am this morning, but psssssssh, it was still before midnight at sabriel75's house and she was my beta. It totally counts! Haha.
If you're interested in reading "Survival Training," you can see it on my fic journal here or at AO3 here. Might I add, I'm totally addicted to AO3. Seriously. But, anyway, yeah, there it is! :D
*dances*
And since I dropped from paperlegends for the year (okay, still sad about it...), I'm going to spend at least the next two weeks just reading and getting caught up on fest reads. \o/ You know that's awesome! Don't even lie. :D Hehe.
In other news, I'm still waiting to hear back from the woman about her house. It takes her like a week every time she has to respond. I'm not gonna lie, if you really wanted to sell your house, you'd think you'd work a little harder at getting back to someone, but... oh well. I guess I'm not in any rush.
Right now anyway.
Alright, happy making time!
{Take the 100 Things challenge!}
The things that come out of my daughter's mouth are freakin' hilarious. Take, for instance, the following:
Me: Gracie, what are you doing?
Gracie: *lying on the floor, on her stomach, arms propped up on a pillow* Playing Top Shot, mommy. *aims with her finger* I'm Gabby and I'm going to shoot this box. Pew pew!
Gracie: *singing in the backseat of the car* I am a genius! I am a genius! Gracie is a geniuuuuuuuuuus! I am more genius-ier than my mother!
Me: Did Miss Lauren show you guys how to go on pointe today?
Gracie: Yeah, but I already know how to do it. (She actually does. It scares me.)
Me: Of course you do. Do you want to take ballet this summer then?
Gracie: Yes, mommy. I'm going to be a prima ballerina.
Gracie: *in the backseat of the car, fingers to her ears like a phone* Ring, ring. ... Ring, ring! ... RING, RING, mommy!
Me: Oh. *fingers to my ears* Hello?
Gracie: Hello, is Mommy there?
Me: This is.
Gracie: Hi, mommy. This is Saunt Cara (sounds a bit like Aunt Sara LOL). I'm calling from... rabbits... dot com.
There are millions more, but that's just what I have on my mind today. That kid. :D
Y'all have a glorious day! :D