Hey, if you’re a high-school security guard and a kid drops a piece of cake in the cafeteria, why wouldn’t you break her wrist? (And arrest the kid who filmed the attack on his cell phone… and his sister… and the girl’s mother…?) Next time Fisher flings his Legos down the stairs (most likely at Rhys’ head), I’m gonna grab his arm and say "You want me to do you like they do in Palmdale, punk?" Oh, no, wait… that would be child abuse.
And I got a rain jacket (in kiwi green… won’t I be a cheerful little rain pixie?). Not thrift store, alas, but on a pretty good sale.
And I’m working on The Book today. For no fewer than four hours. Need someone to hold me to it. Thinking I’ll use the strategies from this Write a Novel in Only Five Minutes post. It involves timers, yay!