On the run with Mudd and Angel

There's a special level of purgatory for theater moms who have to be called 20 minutes after rehersal starts because they were still asleep and forgot.

I know, because I'm headed for it.

So, my breakfast date with Mudd wound up including Jonner. Which was nice. He's a good kid.
Mostly.


Then, we took Dollface for her glasses. She failed her eye screening. She is definitely nearsighted. So she's got some cute purple frames, and they'll be in next week.

I out-geeked Bunny's not-boyfriend. He was impressed I owned a Millennium Falcon playset. He was more impressed that I handed him his ass when he asked the definitive geek litmus question: "Kessel Run in 12 parsecs?" I gave him the 1977 "Solo is a braggart testing to see how desperate his passengers are" answer and then breezily dismissed "Shorter more dangerous route" as "EU fanwanking of modern vintage" before he could say anything. I also broke his brain. I think i like this kid.

Our fair entries are pretty much as done as they're getting.


And I offered to edit a couple of anthologies for Torquere Press: one on orgies and one on men in skirts (kilts, etc). I must be insane.