my efforts to NOT write my story last night were glorious. first i decided that i could not possibly write my short story until i had some new headphones at home. the ones i have there are super sucky. some rest behind the ear jobbers and the too-big-for-my-ears earbuds that came with Roland (back when my iPod was named Roland). so i stopped at the RegularT (not to be confused with SuperT) to pick up some headphones. i got some nice phillips headphones and some batteries (lest my wireless mouse run out of batteries while i am trying to write).

when i arrived home to Supergenius Headquarters, there was company. Sister #3 and Cade, the peanut, had dropped in for a visit. after a bit the peanut started making grumblings about being hungry, and with minimal arm twisting i decided to go out for dinner with them. we went to perkins, since that’s Sister #3’s favorite place to eat. while there we wasted about $7 on that stupid crane-game where you can drop the claw-type thing and scoop up a stuffed animal. sister #4 was performing miserably. so i rolled up my sleeves and tried to summon up all the stuffed-animal scooping mojo i had. i had to channel Jodi circa 1987 back when i used to go to Widgets every weekend and play endless video games and stuffed-animal scooping games with the 309,298 tokens that Jodi Hanson’s sisters gave us (they worked there).

it worked like a charm and after only two attempts the peanut was handsomely rewarded with a nice stuffed giraffe. of course in the proccess of getting the giraffe, i had knocked loose a stuffed pig. it took us about five tries to get that bugger out, but we did, for nolie. poor liam got nothing, but sister #3 said it was ok because he’s too little to care.

of course when i got home i decided it would be way more fun to read Murder at the Vicarage which is for the bookclub that’s meeting on Wednesday than to work on my story. then, of course, the apprentice was on and i had to watch that. at that point i ran out of excuses and with new headphones in hand, armed with some Whoppers malted milk balls, i went up to the loft to write. but instead of writing, i worked on a faux-redesign for iwilldare.com.

if this story gets written it will be nothing short of a miracle.

really.