My husband walked out of the bedroom last night and asked me excitedly, "It's daylight savings time, do you know what that means?"
From the way he said it, I hoped his answer was going to be something worthy of that excitement -- promotion, pay raise, uh, wanting to send me on a vacation alone -- except being the informed military spouse that I am, I knew it was none of these things. That left me stumped about what the wonderful "thing" was.
And for a moment I thought it may have something to do with WoW (actually, it's sort of surprising that it wasn't, but anyway...).
"I have no idea," I said, waiting for enlightenment. Three... two... one...
"Desert cammies and rolled sleeves!"
Yeah, what you're feeling is the same excitement I felt at that announcement. But let's all be supportive and say, I'm so happy for you, Steven!
All joking aside, it must be crappy to be forced to wear long sleeves when it's eighty degrees, so I understand.
Um, in other news, I kicked butt this weekend in my rewriting. I wrote (from scratch!) three chapters. Woo Hoo!
My husband saw me writing just above the words "the end" and got excited for me. I said, "Oh, no. I've finished chapters 2, 3, 4, 5, 15, 16, and 19. So I still have more than half the book to go."
He looked at me like I'd grown another head.
"I sort of skip," I explained, lamely.
"I got that part."