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Good Mommy

Number one son called from school.

"Mom! How come you're not answering your cell phone??"

Well, I've been working on my book for nearly four hours, I guess I didn't hear it because I forgot to put it in my bra. Forgive me, I had other things to think about. Like how many pages I've got so far, how much is this going to cost, what about marketing, what about graphics, etc.

"MOOOM! I have a ten dollar fine and I want a milkshake or a smoothie for lunch"

Of course he does. He got his braces on yesterday and since his teeth hurt, he can't eat. Or so he thinks. And didn't I just run over to the school last week and pay his fines? I was sure I did.

"No, that was an old fine. This is a new fine"

Well, certainly it is. We couldn't get through the second to last day of school without incurring yet another fine, now could we?

So, good mother that I am, I put the boys into the car, went to Dairy Queen to get him a large vanilla shake, along with ten dollars cash, which I then dutifully delivered to school.

Now, back to my writing. Until the next phone call.

Comments

  1. Stephen A. Bess11:44 AM

    It sounds like things are coming along very well. It's just the necessary interruptions that you get as a parent. :)
    Btw, I noticed that you have work with AIM. I was thinking of submitting work to them.

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  2. Carmenzta12:40 PM

    You are the best Mommy! Who's going to spoil him if you dont?

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  3. Unknown1:10 PM

    Hi Stephen, welcome and I forget, did I ask you how you're involved in publishing? I'm ditzy and think I've done something, when in reality I haven't.

    Of course I neglected to mention that I got myself an Oreo Blizzard! Bad, bad Pammy.

    I've discovered a little known fact: Writing makes you fat.

    It's true.

    And yes, I need to spoil him. Occasionally. He's a good kid.

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  4. jromer1:22 PM

    omigod you're a good mom.

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  5. jromer1:22 PM

    where were you when napoleon dynamite called home asking for his chapstick?

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  6. Stephen A. Bess1:35 PM

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  7. Stephen A. Bess1:37 PM

    I work on the college sales side. I help professors get their desk and exam copies for class. Occasionally, they will let me write an article for the company newsletter. :)


    side note: Sorry, I had to make a correction.

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  8. tom9093:39 PM

    Come on Pammy, tell us about the book.

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  9. Millie4:31 PM

    Have you tried that monster cookie blizzard yet? Mmmmm... chewy.

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  10. Unknown6:08 PM

    GET THEE BEHIND ME SATANIC BLIZZARD!!!

    No, I haven't tried that one. I was hooked on the Chocolate french silk one for a while last summer.

    I need a 12 step program for this addiction!

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