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if we took a holiday
It sort of occurred to me today that I am actually going on holiday next week. As in properly getting on a plane and flying across an ocean.
THIS TRULY FILLS ME WITH DELIGHT.
Work has been so unbelievably boring. I honestly think my boss has conversations with me in her HEAD and so when she asks if I've done said thing and I say, 'Ummm, no?' she's all, 'Hmmm, did I not actually SPEAK THE WORDS TO YOU?' *head desk*
I get to see my mom and my dog and my dad and my husband's family and, yeah. Ooh! I'm also buying a new laptop! I just want to hang out with my dog and drink sweet iced tea and eat Mexican food and fried catfish and hushpuppies. I'm also trying to see if anyone is up for canoeing.
Also, the little back story I was going to write about Hannah's family in the Teeth, Claws and Guinness world is reaching epic proportions and probably won't see the light of day this week. Crikey. Why so wordy, brain?
Have some pictures and snippets instead!
He put the journal down and looked at Hannah lugging a crate of pint glasses behind the bar. Evan breathed in the scents of the pub, letting the warm smells of hops and humans fill his head. Hannah flipped her red hair over her shoulder and Evan knew he was going to have to tread carefully with her.
She's staring out of the small round window in Jean's flat in Montmartre. The sounds of the city waking up fill her ears and something pangs in her chest.
"I have to go home," she says.
"You have to?" Jean asks from where he lies on the bed. Hannah half smiles.
"No, no, you're right," she says. "I want to go home."
Gwendi was finally asleep, exhausted from the day filled with well-wishers and scheduled mourning and too much black. Don lightly touched her hair and she burrowed closer to him, seeking his warmth. He pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. She murmured sleepily and tightened her grip on his waist.
It was his laugh that she noticed first. Loud and full-bodied, it had a way of making you smile, even if it was against your will. Then she saw his hands. Large and strong and sure as they installed the windows and carved the porch railings. Watching him, being near him filled her with warmth and Gwendi knew that this was how free-falling would feel like.
Is it wrong that the main reason I want to get a new laptop is to eventually get Photoshop so I can learn how to make graphics and icons for my personal stories?
THIS TRULY FILLS ME WITH DELIGHT.
Work has been so unbelievably boring. I honestly think my boss has conversations with me in her HEAD and so when she asks if I've done said thing and I say, 'Ummm, no?' she's all, 'Hmmm, did I not actually SPEAK THE WORDS TO YOU?' *head desk*
I get to see my mom and my dog and my dad and my husband's family and, yeah. Ooh! I'm also buying a new laptop! I just want to hang out with my dog and drink sweet iced tea and eat Mexican food and fried catfish and hushpuppies. I'm also trying to see if anyone is up for canoeing.
Also, the little back story I was going to write about Hannah's family in the Teeth, Claws and Guinness world is reaching epic proportions and probably won't see the light of day this week. Crikey. Why so wordy, brain?
Have some pictures and snippets instead!
He put the journal down and looked at Hannah lugging a crate of pint glasses behind the bar. Evan breathed in the scents of the pub, letting the warm smells of hops and humans fill his head. Hannah flipped her red hair over her shoulder and Evan knew he was going to have to tread carefully with her.
She's staring out of the small round window in Jean's flat in Montmartre. The sounds of the city waking up fill her ears and something pangs in her chest.
"I have to go home," she says.
"You have to?" Jean asks from where he lies on the bed. Hannah half smiles.
"No, no, you're right," she says. "I want to go home."
Gwendi was finally asleep, exhausted from the day filled with well-wishers and scheduled mourning and too much black. Don lightly touched her hair and she burrowed closer to him, seeking his warmth. He pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. She murmured sleepily and tightened her grip on his waist.
It was his laugh that she noticed first. Loud and full-bodied, it had a way of making you smile, even if it was against your will. Then she saw his hands. Large and strong and sure as they installed the windows and carved the porch railings. Watching him, being near him filled her with warmth and Gwendi knew that this was how free-falling would feel like.
Is it wrong that the main reason I want to get a new laptop is to eventually get Photoshop so I can learn how to make graphics and icons for my personal stories?