I feel like a kid at Christmas.

I totally sent in a cleaned up version of the bear sex story to Clarion West. Who knew bear sex would be successful?

And I feel so grateful and loved by my web friends. Thanks for your comments and e-mails concerning "Under Silver Skies".

Good Easter. We've been sick at my house. AGAIN. Stinking stomach flu via the neighborhood this time. Bloody hell. Seriously. I'm putting my kids in a bubble.

But we had a great weekend--very laid back and totally quiet. The kids and I sailed on a boat for a while; I had a pirate for a boyfriend who looked suspiciously like my cat :o; Avadore caught a whale; LD was a bird and a whale; we ate whale, fish, octopus, and jellyfish for lunch. I was evidently in a coma for a while during which time Avadore caught more fish and baked them on the boat, because all good boats have ovens; Avadore finally healed me with some whale spoo or other... We read some Alice in Wonderland, which Avadore thinks totally rocks. We cuddled, and snuggled, and drew, and discussed important issues. There was sugar consumption.

We ate a black bean and vegetable enchilada casserole for dinner, which may not have been the best choice considering our stomach situation, but it was teh nom nom nom. Totally Eastery, eh?

A good weekend, and now it's spring break. So we'll recover some more, have more good times, and praise the goddess that spring is finally bloody well here.