I have no idea how to title this post.

Obi-Wan Chrisobi is my 13 year old.
He's scary smart.
He's a whiz-bang French horn player.
He yearns to conquer the world.

And today he wore a tartan skirt to school and called it a kilt.
He found a white shirt, knee socks and borrowed Bun's black marching band shoes.
He looked very cute.

He said Principal C caught up with him by homeroom and informed him that he had to change for causing a distraction.
I did NOT get a phone-call. Then again, Principal C has BEEN on Activist Dyke Mom's bad side. He does not like it, so he took the path of least resistance.

Obi took off the kilt and wore the shorts he'd put on under it
His friends liked the kilt, and educated everyone that it was NOT a skirt.

I sprained my Plotter muscle

We sent Nick and T off to Aruba so we could finish up Shell-Shocked.

I'm blocked.
My plotter is sprained after cranking out a novella and a novel and 4 sets of edits in 6 weeks.

I'm just going to crochet a while until things get better.