Today is going to be a short day blog-wise. It's my son's first day of big boy school. So he is bouncing-off-the-walls excited; I'm buying stock in Kleenex. Seriously, people, contact your stockbrokers and get some, because you'll make millions today. It seems like yesterday that I was pregnant with him and he was using my ribs for chinups.
But before I head off to my mommy-ish duties, I have two things. The first is a birthday shout out to my critique partner, Ami. Good critique partners are one in a million and great ones are one in a trillion. And in a former life (like a few years ago), I was a statistician, so I can assure you that I arrived at these numbers using a very complex mathematical theory: I guessed. Anyway, Ami falls into that later category, and so she deserves a very happy birthday and a publishing contract. I can't offer her the later, but I can definitely do the former. So happy birthday, sunshine!
And, last but not least, I leave you with a video that makes me snarf. My favorite part is the sound that the pieces of whale make when they hit the ground. I mean, really, are people THAT dumb?
Don't answer that.