It’s been a rough week in the Olson household.

First, the NICU follow up program at Long Beach Memorial canceled the Boyo’s appointment because our insurance changed. They could bill his secondary insurance as his primary, but they claim they can’t even though other places totally have. Lots of yelling ensued.

This was followed by a couple of family members insisting that if the Boyo was in daycare where older kids could show him what to do and how to act, he would totally be fine. Plus, if he throws a tantrum he needs to be spanked. And oh Jenny McCartney did this and this and this, have you given that a try? (Regi, if you are reading this, the whole entire conversation reminded me of that damn article you posted on facebook awhile back)

And last but not least, I go in to get my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow (well, in ten hours from now) so I’ve been rushing around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get everything cleaned up and set up. Since they’ll be knocking me out, I’ll probably be worthless for most of tomorrow, and if they give me Vicodin for the pain, I’ll probably be worthless for most of the weekend too.

On the upside, I did get my last costume order sent out finally, and I have sworn to never use that pattern again whenever I return to costuming. Anywho, not having anything to sew meant that I had more time to write, and it’s been so amazing. I’ve gotten more work done on my side projects that will go under my pen name. I also rewrote a few more chapters on another one of my fanfics, and I finished up the next chapter of the Descendants (and maybe one or two scenes that won’t show up until book four).

I had hoped that I would get more done on The Undying Ones too, but I think I’ve written myself into a corner on that one. I keep thinking I have the problem solved, but any time I open up the document, my mind goes blank.

At least I still have my Star Wars fanfic.

Speaking of that, it’s Wednesday… well, Thursday, but we’re just going to pretend it’s Wednesday again, okay?

Since today is the seventeenth of February here are seventeen paragraphs.

The muscles in Hobbie’s jaw were tight, and when he spoke it was through clenched teeth. “Fine. I’m a horrible person. Happy? All I’m trying to say is that you’re hardly innocent yourself.”

“I picked that up loud and clear.”

“I’m not saying that you’re as bad as I am. Nor am I going to try to defend myself. It’s just… we both could have handled things a lot better.”

“Yeah. Well, hindsight is twenty-twenty. But what’s done is done.” Anagha flopped back. “Why the sudden need to dredge all this up, anyways?”

“You didn’t have to answer my questions if you didn’t want to.”

“True.” She had to admit he had her there. “But since you bandaged me up so nicely.”

“I just wanted to know why.” He leaned back on his hands. “I had planned to talk to you on the ship sooner or later, but then, this happened. I figured why not take advantage of the situation. It was either that or sit here in awkward silence. Or throw ourselves at each other – which, would have been a hell of a lot more fun.”

She giggled. She knew she should be outraged at his assumption that she would just leap into his arms after all this time, but she couldn’t help it. “Yes, because after everything that has happened, I would totally want to jump your bones.”

“Well, now that the argument is over with there is always…”

“In your dreams, flyboy.” Anagha glanced up at him to find him watching her. Instead of his expression being concerned though, there was something else in his eyes. A look she hadn’t forgotten even though it had been over a decade since the last time they had been together. Despite herself she felt an answering warmth in her belly. She ignored it. “You could have sent a message if these questions were burning you up so badly.”

He looked away. “I could have. But I wanted to discuss it in person. I kept thinking I would bump into you on Coruscant sooner or later.”

“The Republic felt that it was better to leave us out in the Outer Rims.”

“I noticed. I always wondered who you pissed off to end up out there.”

“Honestly? I thought you or Wedge had something to do with it.”

That earned her a look. “You know better than that.”

“I do. I didn’t mind it really. I actually enjoyed the quiet up until recently.”

“We all did.”

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