It's not even 9 AM and we're already jockeying for position

My sister is over getting ready for Hailey's birthday party. My sister's good at planning these sort of things for the most part but every once in a while something like this happens:

Sis (looking at the leftover plastic cups from Cole's party, which is a mostly full package. Maybe 5 are missing from it.): Is this all we have?

Me: Yes. Why?

Sis: Weeelllllll ...

Me: You don't think it will be enough?

Sis: Well, we have 25-30 people coming and they're all going to want drinks plus we're having the root beer floats later and we'll need cups for that ...

Me: I think it'll be fine.

Sis: *looks doubtful*

Me: *thinking* You could have gone out and bought some of your own instead of mooching off the ones I bought. Hmmph. */thinking*

Me: *what I actually said* It'll be fine.

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Then there was the table incident:

Sis: We should have borrowed Amber's fold-up banquet table to put the food on.

Mom: I thought of that but then I figured we didn't need it.

Sis: *inarticulate noise which might have been rage but probably wasn't*

Mom: Well, you can always go over to Amb's house and pick it up.

Sis: *another inarticulate noise*

Mom: Nevermind! I'll go get it!

Sis: I'll do it! I didn't say I wouldn't!

Mom: *inarticulate noise of possible rage that probably isn't*

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Nothing says love like these family bonding moments!

Here's my heart on my sleeve ...

Ohmigod! Guys, I almost don't know where to start with this post because I have SUCH AWESOME THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT! To the journal, posthaste!

First and foremost, the earlier conversations I posted to the journal this morning did indeed take place. Mostly. I might have added in the speculatory parts about what the noises were that my mom and Heather were making. I mean, they made the noises, I'm just not sure what they were intending the noises to convey. Also, I had to add some backstory into the first one. Because you wouldn't have understood it otherwise. That's really beside the point, though. Those conversations took place. Just not exactly as written. It's called creative license. Or something.

Secondly, I posted a crap load of pictures on Twitter this morning, mostly of my socks and shoes. Somehow the correlation between my polka dot shoes and a hooker who services Minnie Mouse fetishists was drawn. Don't ask how. I have now been asked to provide a Venn diagram showing how finding my niche in writing werewolf porn is not so different from being a Minnie Mouse impersonating hooker. This is as far as I got:

Well, I did manage the circles. That must count for something. I should have hand drawn them, though. Shaky, not-quite-round circles would have made my failure so much more complete.

Third, as long as we're talking about werewolf porn:

I suck. What's that? 300 words. Maybe. In my defense, I didn't plan on doing any writing today what with the birthday party and all. But I was half-napping and the opening for the next chapter just popped into my head. I HAD to write it. HAD TO. So I did.

Fourth, I've been having the freaking weirdest dreams lately. Like, whoa. In one of them I was investigating a group of people who were using eugenics to create a superbreed of humans. Honestly, I had a vague understanding of what eugenics were (or is it "is"?) so I went and looked it up:

The study of or belief in the possibility of improving the qualities of the human species or a human population, esp. by such means as discouraging reproduction by persons having genetic defects or presumed to have inheritable undesirable traits (negative eugenics) or encouraging reproduction by persons presumed to have inheritable desirable traits (positive eugenics).
or
The study of hereditary improvement of the human race by controlled selective breeding.

OMG! I used the word properly in my semi-conscious state. My brain is way smarter than me! Also, I see the beginnings of a story. Love!

I think I need to stop now because I'm going to use up all my creative mojo for the next few weeks in this one post of awesome! That would be unwise.
Later!