Dear November –
It is November, as you should know. Hence, that means nice, chilly fall weather. I do not like needing the air conditioning this time of year, as I live no where near Florida. Also, I’m tired of finding ticks crawling around the bed via Gus’s unsuspecting body. Please bring the frost on now.
Dear People who appear to be freaked out when they see Gus as if he’s the most giant dog ever –
He is large, yes. But he is certainly smaller than Great Danes and even some Labs and Goldens. Surely, the best thing to do when you see a large dog on a leash, waiting patiently and not snarling, growling or barking at at all shouldn’t be to scream, jump, point a finger and look at me as though I’ve brought a HellHound into your midst. Perhaps note the small, random child with his arm around Gus and know that this dog means you no harm.
Oh, and to the woman who told me I should not have a horse-like dog out while trick or treating, it’s Gus’s street, so get over yourself.
As an aside, all in all, quite a nice Halloween, despite the heat and the rain, which I think cut a lot of trick or treater’s nights short, which sucks. I like seeing the costumes. Lily was Batgirl, Gus was himself, and Zoo…well, at one point he was wearing an 80’s mullet and mustache and my AC/DC T-Shirt (which was insulted to be part of a costume as that is a favorite shirt of mine.) I went as the wife who had no idea why her husband was wearing a mullet and I did a good job of it.
Dear Zane –
We have one month left in which to tell your story. I’m tired and pissy and I’ve come down from the sugar-high. The WIP is now open, so perhaps the writing no longer needs to be at your convenience?
I feel better now. NaNoWriMo, anyone? Any progress? I have exactly…no words. That needs to change.