The Son, the MIL and I are at the Jersey Shore, where dial-up is King. So  I haven’t been able to as blithely jump around the internet, because the freelance duties require actual work (which is also blithely jumping, but this time WITH A PURPOSE).

So thanks to everyone for their kind birthday wishes, and their kind words about my teeth (which really do scare small children, but that’s okay). And the agent hunt continues, words on that when it is further along, and I am reading Barbara Hambly (SandyL is smiling), and the MIL, well, I’m a nice woman.

So let’s see. It’s been raining for almost three days here, which is a drag, but I am happy, ’cause I’ve been getting enough sleep and I don’t have to do dishes. It doesn’t take much.

More later–

Megan

One of my son’s closest friends–he’s known him since pre-K–is likely going to have to get braces (as is my guy, but that’s not this story).

His mom, a good friend of mine, was explaining it, and he wasn’t so happy about the prospect. “But if I don’t,” he said, eyes widening in fear, “will I look like Megan?”

Ah. Scaring kids into orthodonture the world over.