Jennifer Crusie's Blog: Argh Ink

Living with two little girls means that there is much conversation in the upper registers. This is fine until somebody gets tired or cranky or put upon, and then the upper register becomes the stratosphere, a sound so high that it’s just under that sound only dogs can hear, an earsplitting whine of equal parts outrage and entitlement that would make you put a spike through your head except that the sound already did that for you.

Then one day, during a particularly bad whine, I said, “That sound reminds me of something.”
“Hell?” Lani said.
“No,” I said. “I think . . . it’s meeping.”

You know. Meeping: read more >>

Lucy March has a quiz up on her blog, twenty-five things said around this house in the past month or so and you guess who said them. Answers go up tomorrow (Saturday), but Argh people have an edge because I’ve already put some of them in posts here. You don’t win anything except the smug satisfaction of knowing way too much about the lives of some writers on deadline, but that’s a lot. Some days all I have is my smug satisfaction. Go here to play.

We have a thing for bats here.

My first real run-in with a bat was when Mollie was about seven or eight. The room at the top of the stairs was hers and I had the bedroom at the bottom of the stairs (very small house), and in the middle of the night, I heard this godawful scream, and the very few maternal instincts I have propelled me out of bed to the bottom of the stairs where I caught her as she flung herself down them.

“There’s a bat in my room!” she screamed. “It’s caught in the fan and it’s flapping!”

“No, honey, it’s just a piece of paper,” I said, patting her, and then the bat flew down the stairs. read more >>

So Krissie came to stay the week and it was wonderful and then yesterday we had her party. This time we got a fabulous cake from the fancy bakery at Krogers, a gorgeous sponge cake with cream and fruit filling, iced on the side with cream and white chocolate shavings and topped with glazed and sugared fruit. It truly was a work of art and I meant to take a picture, but then we ate it.

HOWEVER, I did take pictures of the purse I made for Krissie, the Krissie Multiple Pursonality Order Bag, so called because it sorts out all of Krissie’s personalities: The Writer, the Reader, the Quilter, the Snacker, and the Wife-Daughter-Mother Personal Life . . . Person. Whatever.

I started with this sketch . . . read more >>

So I’m sitting here blowing my nose and coughing and feeling guilty because I stayed home from the Romantic Times conference and left Krissie and Lani to carry the can for me, and I e-mail Lani to see how things are going, and I get this:

I’m a lucky, lucky woman. Who does not have an STD. Just wanted you to know. read more >>