(With the exception, of course, of the evil squirrel colony that lives in the enormous pecan tree in the backyard and throws their half eaten pecan hulls at my head.)
They DO. I'm not paranoid. Much.
Hubby has taken sweet Aaron (aged 4) to work with him today. He had to go on a road trip out of town, and they'll be back this evening. So until I pick up my first grader... I am blissfully alone. It's sooooo nice. Going to spend the morning working *coughs- not reading FF-coughs*
and then go and do some shopping in the afternoon. I have to get a microphone for my computer, because I think I'm reading a story for the D&G.com podcast that's coming up. Can't tell you how fun I think that is.
*swoons with pride for son's talent*
My husband is so sweet... he has the same degree that I do, BFA in theatre arts.. but couldn't ever overcome his West Texas twang. I've tried to teach him - to no avail. So last night, instead of a chapter of HP, he read them Hank the Cowdog... which he is perfectly suited to. Anything with dialects and voices falls to me. And that, I think, I can live with.=D
Oh, and I read THE END (incidentally, the name of one of my own one-act plays - damn you, Lemony Snicket, if that is your REAL name), the last of A Series of Unfortunate Events... gotta say... disappointed. No more enlightened than I was before I read it. Perhaps I read too fast and didn't get it all... that happens sometimes, but all in all, I was VERY dissatisfied. I'm reading Libba Bray's A Great and Terrible Beauty on the recommendation of one of my students. It promises to be better.
Have a lovely day, all!