Hello Gentle Readers,
I'm not sure if I told you this story, but Not Big Willie (F) was pregnant when I first moved to Nowhere. I remember distinctly being all excited about the miracle of life, in wonder that I was back living in the countryside, and was going to see a pony. Yeah that was over a year ago.
Horse gestation periods are LONG!!! I'm pretty sure the human race wouldn't exist if women had to carry a kid around for more than nine months. Frankly, I don't know how women do it for nine months. Besides all the free stuff. Right? Pregnant women get free stuff, right? Like t-shirts and complimentary desserts? Or am I getting that confused with birthdays?
In other news, I completed the basic draft of my second Dan Landis adventure, The Cult of Koo-Kway. I actually sent it to my wonderful editor as a Valentine. I'm not joking, either. The email was actually "Happy Valentine's here's a present from me to you!" I'm such a romantic, I know.
I also straight up called my editor, just to see if I could get this poor married soul to answer the phone. I mean, I got voicemailed, but come on, it was Valentine's. Who answers their phone on that day? Especially at night.
Still, would have been far more hilarious if the phone had picked up. I had a quip ready to go. Yes, Gentle Readers, I plan my quips in advance.
It's the blogging that I make up as I go along.
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the latest addition to the Big Willy family. There are those who call him....Tim.
