Yesterday's program got interrupted. Santa came! He went to Walmart and bought us a Wii. We had to set it up (with only one phone consultation with David) so we could bowl the afternoon away. I did write halfway to my word goal in the morning and wrenched myself away after supper to finish, but we Wii-ed and we Wii-ed. I made sure that the TV volume control works with the Wii because I do not want to wake up in the middle of the night and hear the sound of bowling pins or golf clubs since Don's in the habit of being up in the night and he's definitely hooked on the Wii. I fully expect to wake up one morning to find him sacked out in the living room with a Wii controller dangling from his hand.
Line of the day: Jack relented, took his refilled glass, settled back on the cushions of his lounge, and prepared to fill Mona in on his deal with Manning. “Okay,” he said and he actually rubbed his hands together. I never knew people actually did that, thought Mona. Jack when on. “Manning and this spic guy, Santiago…” “You mean Hispanic, right? Or Venezuelan?” He flapped his hand at her, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, Santiago’s a fisherman and he got a line caught on something so he talked to his pal Manning and took him out there to scuba dive to see if he, Manning that is, could retrieve his fishing tackle. Manning says when he got down there he could not believe his eyes. There was a shipwreck, and not some modern one either, an old one, a real old one, just rotting away down there.
Didn't I tell you Jack was a toad? Good for you, Jennifer, for wrestling those words into submission. Keep going! We can do it!
Daily total: 1,727 words
Running total: 30,936 words
See you tomorrow night!
--Barbara
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