The boys and I were on the front porch, watching a storm roll in through the sunset (a pretty impressive piece of God's handiwork, for sure) and Ethan leans into me.
Ethan. Do you still feel yucky?
Me. Yeah. Thanks for asking.
Ethan. Really yucky? Are you any better?
Me. No, I still feel bad.
Aaron. Like bologna on a tortilla.
(Ethan and I just look at him)
Ethan. Yeah, that is pretty bad.
Not that either of them are forced to eat bologna at our house. I think that stuff is foul.
Anyway. I've written quite a bit on a multichapter fic, Up to chapter three! It's a Ron/Pansy, and an idea I've not seen explored in that particular slice of fandom. So yay for being creative and stuff. Beta still needed for that one, but it's a bit more work than a drabble. And I'm going to make blueberry peach jam in the morning if I feel better. Honestly, blueberry peach jam might make me feel better. Yep. It's a plan, for sure.