Haven't read much lately, been sick since Wednesday and I got the books on Tuesday. I bought the second book in the Secret Texts trilogy by Holly Lisle as well as "The Golden Cat" by Gabriel King. My sinuses are acting up and my head has been hurting pretty bad. I've tried reading some and it makes it worse.

My sister came up for a visit Wednesday and my mom came over. I said I wanted to take a picture of us (not unusual, our family likes to take pictures everytime we're together). I set up the laptop and my digital camera and James hit the video button then said, "Let's think of something good to say. How about, "Dawn's Pregnant."

Everyone started laughing but soon my sister turned to me and said, "Really?"

I nod and tell her yes.

Meanwhile, my mom and James were saying something and FINNALLY mom figured it out. She gave me a big hug.

It was a lot of fun and we have a good video too.

We plan to tell his parents Sunday, but haven't come up with a good way yet.

Here's a conversation James and I had recently that I wanted to share here:

"I'm still hungry. That sandwich was smaller than I thought it would be."

"You know what the problem is?" James says as he adds even more butter to his chilli and cheese baked potato.

"What?"

"You ordered a BLT, Bacon doesn't fill you up like other meats. And," he added, "You should have ordered the potato salad instead of a fruit cup. Potatos fill you up more than that stuff does."

I sigh. "Maybe I'll get something else." I stand up and walk to the end of the line. I start to feel frustrated that no one is taking orders, so I look at the menu instead. My eyes glance at the cheesecakes in the case. I step a bit closer to our table and say, "Ohh, they have cheesecakes." James loves cheesecakes, I thought, he'll want one.

I'm surprised when he shrugs and goes back to his potato. A minute later he walks over to me and says, "Why don't you wait until you get home, you can eat something then."

Reluctantly, I decide to do that, although it is a 40 minute ride home and we had another stop to make. Later I found out that his motive was to get a full cheesecake from the grocery store.

So, I sit there eyeing his potato and snatch a few bites. At first James is frustrated, but he's only teasing me. Then, with a twinkle in his eye as he watches me snagging bites from his plate, he says, "Maybe you are eating for three!" (We'd discussed the possibility of me carrying twins numerous times)

I ignore him and keep taking bites of potato.

"Maybe you're eating for five!"

I give him a dirty look and take another bite.

"Maybe you're eating for eight!" He starts laughing, thinking this is so much fun.

"You're mean." I put down my fork and playfully try to punch him across the table.

Anyway, update on DR: The newer version lost about 300 words and was sent to the critter again. Although he gave me a longer crit than he did the first time, I still feel good about the story. I'd like to give it one more thourogh editing before sending it off to WotF. With my head hurting so much and making some things unintelligable, I decided to wait until my allergies settle down again, which means I'll miss the first deadline. I'd rather the story be the best it can before I send it off in a rush.