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My hunk of burning love has been working late ALL WEEK. That means I’ve been cooking dinner every night. Last night my daughter noted that I was cooking dinner again. (Yes, this is odd enough that my children notice it.) I said, “Yes, I am, and I’m TIRED OF IT.” (Just call me the Happy Chef .) She said, “Don’t most women do the cooking?” (What ARE they teaching her in school???)
I whipped around. “NO. Most women do NOT do the cooking.” (Okay, that’s probably a lie, but I write fiction for a living, so I get to do that at will.) “Men can cook. And they should!” (I don’t have a rationale for this, but it works for me.)
She puffed her chest out and said, “When I get married, my husband is going to do the cooking just like Daddy! Or else!”
I hope the boy she marries isn’t going to the same school that she is.
Tonight, my husband is working late again and I’m teaching her how women order pizza.
Posted by Suzanne McMinn | PermalinkI’m such a dork. I got a box last week. I’ve been ordering a lot of research materials recently for the merman story and I’m so overloaded on treasure hunting books right now, when I got this box I didn’t even open it, barely glanced at it, just stashed it in a corner. This morning it occurred to me that the box might be my daughter’s Zoobooks stuff that we ordered, so I actually *looked* at the box.
It’s my author copies for COLE DEMPSEY’S BACK IN TOWN!
I love the first time I hold a book in my hands. All these years later, it still makes my heart beat faster and I dance around the room with it for a minute. I love being a writer.
I scored a 37.
“There’s hope; you suspect some of the darker truths about the profession, and have an idea of what some of the rewards are. If you really want to do this, you’ll face some disillusionment, but also stand a good chance of finding the real joys of the profession.”
At least there’s hope! :hehe:
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