My wife looks like Rocky Raccoon, but the good news is the dentist says we won't have to move to Kentucky or Arkansas -- her teeth are not going to fall out. Also, she is no longer slurring words like a wino with an empty paper sack. The boys are on the mend and back to school and today is payday. Things are looking up, now if I could just get thirty or forty uninterrupted hours to sit down and finish writing the novel I'm working on all would be right with the world.
Thanks to all the well wishers and I apologize for not chiming in on the comment board and commenting on your blogs in the last few days. I'll try to catch up this weekend.
Don't forget my short story, The Simplest Of Sounds is still available as a free read over on the Underground Voices website. I think most of y'all have read it and commented but if not I'd love to hear what you think of it.
I typed the above stuff earlier today, but before I could wrap up my thoughts and post I had to leave and pick up my seven year old from school. After that the entire family went out to buy a new Christmas tree. Dang near every person we encountered would take one look at my wife, then slide their eyes toward me, and let me tell you I saw more than one look of contempt as person after person leaped to conclusions. Guess I should have found my wife a shirt that read, Yeah, he's big, hairy and maybe even scary ... but I'm just clumsy.