Week of December 4-10

[mrissa]

Two rejections.

When I said good night to timprov, he was repeating, "Not King yet. Still not King," in his best Elvis voice. Just earlier than that, he'd been singing one for Bilbo: "Well, since my Precious left me, I've found a new place to dwell. It's down at the end of the Misty Mountains at -- ol' Rivendell...." Tomorrow I am promised a Beatles musical version of "Spaceballs," and later in the week we may call in my dad to do a guest voice as the Great Gonzo in "The Purple Rainbow Connection: Kermit Sings Prince."

Silliness gets us through the day, around here.

I have a small pile of wrapped Christmas presents sitting on my desk, and markgritter bought tape, so I can transform the large pile of naked presents on the floor into wrapped presents on the hearth. And there is writing to be done yet tonight, and the pepparkakor are baked, and...right. List. There is a list. You're all shocked, I know.

Comments

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

Silliness is what keeps us going too. K sometimes says that our house is like living in an improv comedy.

[allochthon.livejournal.com]

"Well, since my Precious left me, I've found a new place to dwell. It's down at the end of the Misty Mountains at -- ol' Rivendell...."

Heh. I'll be earwormed by that for days!

[scottjames.livejournal.com]

Silliness is important.

I signed one of the last thank-you cards last night. In it, I said that we were saving up to run away and join the circus.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

My favorite wedding thank you card is still, "Dear Aunt Kathy, Thank you for the toilet brush. I will think of you every time I scrub the john." And two toilet brushes later, I still do.