I think I’ll be down another week, my hands feel a lot better but I’m nit gonna try anything dumb yet. (No me, we’re not doing it!) Other than that, I’m A-okay, and lucky that all Hurricane Irma did was rain a bunch and knock our power out for a handful of hours. It was a little more than six, because that’s how long it took to bankrupt my brother at Monopoly. I didn’t win, but I wasn’t just going to let him succeed either...
There’s not gonna be an update to much of anything this week, sorry. I have been pecking out ideas for a Rumbelle Revelry fic and trying to write something for the Fake Fiances and True Love ‘verse, but keep hitting roadblocks in my head. As for The Unresolved, I have a snippet to share before I retreat again, but no update this week either. Here we are:
Oliver asked Rumple then if he had some stories between then and the curse breaking he wanted to share. So Rumple took up the challenge, talking some about how he'd kept Snow or David from screwing things up too badly. Every now and then he'd add he was setting up the scene for Regina to cast the Dark Curse and bring him to this land to find Bae. Which eventually led the story of Rumple's first venture to New York with Emma and Henry.
"Why did Emma go? Wasn't she the sheriff?"
"I cashed in a favor." Rumple explained. "The then-Miss Swan had no choice but to comply, as if I had to spend one more hour in town while your mother was hospitalized and Captain Hook was breathing, I was going to do something I might regret later."
"Well..." Oliver hesitated. "Couldn't you have just turned him into a wharf rat? Or a toad? You wouldn't had to kill him, exactly, and it would've saved a lot of problems."
Rumple cleared his throat. "Yes, well, hindsight is 20/20. Things had been...I was doing very well, at the time, I tried to be the bigger man. I didn't want to give your mother or brother any more reasons not to trust me."
Belle thought for a moment. She didn't think murder solved anything, but maybe turning Hook into a rat or a toad would have been merciful. Nobody would've missed him. Her memories were a bit hazy, blurred by amnesia and Lacey's alcohol consumption, but she couldn't say Captain Hook was a particularly beloved figure by anyone. The Charmings only accepted him when he started dating Emma. Let's see, if Hook hadn't been around...well the one useful thing he'd done was give everyone a way to Neverland, and deliver a memory potion to Emma the following year. That was really about it...for a dozen years in town calling himself a hero, and that was it.
"So..." Oliver cut off that train of thought. "If I've got this right, then Mama got out of a gross arranged marriage by making a deal with Papa. She saved Robbi's dad's life and consequently the life of Maid Marian and their baby, and got a library out of it. Papa traded magic sand for a gauntlet that he traded Mama's life for later on, and that's the same gauntlet that the Charmings haven't given back from six years ago when they borrowed it, right?"
When your friend gets embroiled in dramatic drama all because she read her 21-year-old’s cellphone texts and got bent out of shape over a misunderstanding based on the son not being able to talk to his mother because she is irrational about the subject, you should not say in front of your 21-year-old: “You don’t have any privacy on your phone while you live with me, if I ask to see your phone, don’t hide things from me.”
Call me a stupid Millenial kid with no concept of true fairness, but that sounds just a little bit crazy.
Has anyone else ever had someone come up to you in the middle of a project and say stuff like: “Okay, you don’t have to rush that. Don’t worry about it. You can finish it tomorrow, don’t rush. I can finish that tomorrow, there’s no hurry, don’t rush it!” And meanwhile you’re still chugging away like you’ve been doing because it looks good and you’re practically finished, so why the hell are they telling me to stop being productive?
You know what’s so weird? Taking a different side street to get to a destination.
Usually you take the turn that takes you by the school, and the tennis courts. But today you took another one and wow! I didn’t even know we had a Jewish graveyard! It’s right across from a skate park, what?
For the record, I was more surprised by the skate park than the graveyard.
People who yawn when they talk make me want to commit acts of violence. Every time. It’s like WHY?! Just wait the three seconds to stop yawning and carry on the conversation!
Some monster has been slicing off the “rind” of the cake, you know, where the icing on the sides of the cake is, AKA, THE BEST PART OF A CAKE SLICE.
Deductive reasoning points to my mother because my sister isn’t a cake person, my brother isn’t clever enough to do that, my father would just eat a damned slice of cake, and my mother has been known to snap chocolate chip cookies in half and leave a bunch of piece-of-cookies behind in her wake.
So I’m eating a slice of cake for breakfast that’s missing the rind because I can’t stand the sight of the poor uneven cake. It’s really an act of mercy.
My mother gives really one-sided advice. Like, she’s super-paranoid about what I tell people, like where I live, what state, my age, my name, phone numbers are to be given with extreme caution, and god help you if you make friends with someone over the internet because they’re probably a creepy 40+ white dude with a serial killer van trawling for victims to toss in the river.
But then, she talks to the cashier how many children she has, names of her pets, where her husband works (and the hours!), our address, how far from the store our house is, and she can’t turn down a rewards card so she dishes out her e-mail and phone number constantly...I really hope serial killers don’t often find employment as cashiers because I’m screwed.
I was prescribed minocycline hydrochloride (street name: Solodyn) for my “cystic adult acne” and before I called in the prescription I looked at the side effects.
I am not taking it because not only does just about everyone say, “Yeah it works, but you’ll be dizzy, nauseous and have blurred vision and maybe permanent ringing in your ears, too” and liver damage and hives are common. So is immune disorders like LUPUS, (which I should probably put on my records from now on because my grandmother and at least one of her nieces has that and other thyroid issues, my bad,) but call me silly, but none of that sounds like an acceptable trade-off for pretty skin. XP
