Plotty plotty plot plot.

I feel as if I'm at a crossroads.

Like something BIG is about to happen.

And I think I'm going to do NaNoWriMo.

And call my agent tomorrow...  to see if she's still alive and let her know that I am.

Coke Zero has ruined me for Diet Coke.

An era is over.

But I'm making THESE for dinner.  With hand cut french fries.  Yeah, Baby,  Yumminess awaits.

Oh!  And my turncoat sister apparently eats gourds, now. Mom ratted her out.  I never pegged you for a traitor, Em.  *shakes head*