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June 9, 2006 Little Miss Fun 
So long, thoughtful essays, book reviews, stories and pleas to delurk won't cut it, but a semi-delirious post on my first publication makes you all pop out of the woodwork. Hmm. I'm filing that one away. Seriously, thank you to everyone who offered their congratulations yesterday. It means a lot to me. Even if now I have a sneaking suspicion that you will all be disappointed in December when it is (maybe) published (knock on wood, kicking desk with both feet--and let me tell you, here in the office that'll get you some funny looks). Your constant cheerful messages yesterday helped me keep my head together, because the euphoria lasted all of about two hours. Then I called my parents (the idea was to get some congratulations) and got some bad news of the kind that'll make you feel nauseous for a month, and Dear Readers, this is going to be one hell of a weekend. In the worst possible sense. And I am being annoyingly cryptic but I just don't know enough yet about what's happened to say any more, except that I truly do know it's that bad and if you're spending this weekend strapped into a dentist's chair for a dozen root canals, do you want to trade? Next week: on training from Monday to Friday. Extra-long commute (but at least I don't have to travel anywhere). No daytime computer access. Will be posting, but short entries at odd times. Promise to resume writing full sentences ASAP. Do not be alarmed. I am not sick. I am learning about contaminated sites. Also, I will be downtown for it, so if anyone already downtown in the area of the Eaton Centre would like to meet up for lunch or something anytime between June 12 & 16, let me know (by email at andrea AT athenadreaming DOT org). After that I'm on vacation for a week. So, so looking forward to it. It will be a much more fun posting week, though possibly light. And because this is a purposeless and rambling post that is about as revealing as a Victorian mourning dress, I'll leave you with some Francestime. Here she is as she reads Little Miss Fun: Frances: I will read it! That's little Miss Fun. (turn) And that's Little Miss Fun. (turn) And that's Little Miss Fun. (turn) And that's Little Miss Fun! (turn) And that's Little Miss Fun, too. (turn) The End! Did you like that story? Andrea: Oh yes. It was great! Posted by Andrea at June 9, 2006 10:14 AM under Beanie Baby Brags EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments I hope that the bad news turns out not to be too bad and that your parents are okay. I love that sweet Frances! Posted by: liz at June 9, 2006 10:54 AM
Little Miss Crytpic is more like it! I'm sure you have a good reason for not explaining the details, but I hope everything is OK. Have a great vacation. Posted by: Emmie at June 9, 2006 11:35 AM
Best. Story. Ever. And I hope everything's okay. Posted by: uccellina at June 9, 2006 12:44 PM
It bears repeating: That child is too adorable. I loooooooooove me some Francestime. Posted by: Claire at June 9, 2006 2:40 PM
Sending warm thoughts and comforts your way. Posted by: Miche at June 9, 2006 3:06 PM
Liz, my parents are fine. They were just the, ah, vector of transmission. And I still--two days later--don't know exactly what it is that's wrong or what the outcome will be. And it's not my story, so I absolutely have to wait until I get the facts 100% straight before I can even blog about my reaction to it. Not that the Interested Persons will ever see it, but it wouldn't feel right to do otherwise. Thanks, Claire. :) Posted by: Andrea at June 9, 2006 9:13 PM
hmmm...hope all is ok. love the story btw...we get lots of those type of stories too...so cute. Posted by: Tanya at June 10, 2006 8:54 AM
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