Stand Back! That Little Girl Is Armed!

With a brush! Nina is constantly brushing her hair, Niko's hair, and my hair. Somehow Luke manages to escape her incessant grooming. Sufficeth to say that we're a houseful of beautiful, shiny haired creatures, thanks to her scrupulous care.

Speaking of hair! My friend is coming over tonight to help mine. I have...too much hair. Wild hair. The type of hair that deserves to be punished for its wicked deeds. My friend, former model and just devastatingly beautiful, perked up. "That's what my hair is like!" she chirped. (She's lying, she has to be lying!) "I'll come over, take the bulk out, and we'll style you like a pin-up." Well, all right! I'm looking forward to it. It'll be my reward for cleaning the house and doing productive writing things!

Speaking of, I have a new story that went up today. You can find the link at http://abrokenlaptop.wordpress.com/. It's a simple, sweet, and sad story. I had sent a poem to the editor of the magazine, who politely rejected it but asked for a short story instead. I sat down and wrote this right away, and I'm quite pleased with it. It makes my heart hurt a little.

Also, feel free to leave a comment on 52 Stitches, if you like. You certainly don't have to, but it's always fun to see. I'm trying to leave comments back, as well. Good cheer and good will make the world go 'round, after all.

Yesterday was a particularly lovely day, and I'm not sure why. I took care of the house. I critiqued two friends' stories. My children were no less obnoxious than usual, but I pulled them onto my laps and just loved them. They gave me sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. They loved me back. Luke came home and we were sitting there all snuggly-like, with a batch of fresh cookies cooling on the rack for him. The kids went to bed well, and Luke and I watched an anime. Not his favorite, but he didn't mind, and it made me happy. I told somebody the other day that life hands out shards of happiness, and it's up to us to cobble them together. I truly believe this.