25,000.

And I worked, too. Go me.

*iz exhausted now*

Plus, Roy took the kids to piano and swimming, fed them, came home for a short bit, left Karl and took the girls to the car lot to present the DEQ slip and get our temp registration until the new tags come in. (Our plates are good until the 30th.) Karl did a 180 and concentrated on his room for twenty solid minutes, so I sent him off to Wyatt's for 90 minutes for more peace and quiet.

Forgot a meeting at 2pm, I was so busy writing. Oops.

Then everyone arrived back home and Roy came bearing a new tv for the bedroom. 32 inch Sharp HDTV. Stopped my writing to help him do that, and to burn copies of The Secret of the Sahara, which I finally successfully (I BELIEVE!!!) ripped and converted to .avi/DIVX files. If you're a David Soul fan and want a copy of this film, email me at padawan_laura at yahoo dot com. I'm asking for $5 to cover the disk, packaging and shipping. I burned through a lot of dvds trying to get this darned thing to work, and I gotta buy more. :) Plus, your disc has a lovely Lightscribe label with a picture of Mr. Soul looking delicious in black Arab headdress. Guh. Guh. And did I say, Guh? He gives me GOOSEBUMPS. And one of these days, I'll actually watch the film. Seriously, I've spent hours working on getting these dvds ripped (with help from neaslon, bless her Texas sized heart!) and I've yet to actually watch the film.

I love The Key to Rebecca</a>, and bonus that Mr. Soul wears Arab gear in THAT film, too. Guh guh guh....

I'm a bit punchy now. Sex has been written. Updates have been sent. My body is now begging for a bed and Glinda with a nice KAM story on it.

Good night, my lovers.