My mom and step-dad are visiting this weekend from China. The house is a mess, and I’m all freaked out again. Yes, their last couple visits have actually been enjoyable, and yes I quite adore my step-dad, but I’m still stressing myself loopy about their impending arrival. I waffle between abject denial, “don’t clean, don’t prep for their arrival, don’t think about it,” to absolute panic, “AGHHHH!!!” *twitch*
Here’s a couple nice, safe, non-parental memes. *twitch*
When you see this on your friends list, quote some Firefly:
From “War Stories”
Mal: Your husband has demanded that we sleep together.
Wash: What? Mal, come on.
Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open — you know, make a fair fight for your womanly affections.
Wash: No. That was the torture talking. Remember? The torture?
Zoe: Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Jayne: Now somethin’ about that is just downright unsettling.
Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay.
Wash: Oh, no, I’m starting to like this poetry idea now. “Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she’s all corpsified and gross…”
Alliance Commander: “You fought with Captain Reynolds in the war?”
Zoe: “Fought with a lot of people in the war.”
Alliance Commander: “And your husband?”
Zoe: “Fight with him sometimes, too.”
When you see this on your friends list, quote some Shakespeare:
From Romeo & Juliet, Act III, Scene II
Juliet: Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Did a Critters crit to keep my numbers in good standing. I’ve really fallen off on the number of critiques I do, not necessarily just for Critters, but for all of my writing groups, which makes me feel terribly guilty. *twitch*
New Words: 700
On “The Better to . . . ”