(to-do) A Sunday list

What would a Sunday be in the Ford household without a to-do list? Honestly. :)

I've already started, but I need to write it down, so I don't forget what I want to do today. I slept late, but that doesn't mean I'll be vegging all day. Red Sox game at 2:30!

To-Do today:
1. Brunch soooo good! Peach slices, homemade potatos with onions, bacon and garlic, scrambled eggs with boccatini and milk, and maple bacon.
2. Laundry
3. Litter box
4. Zucchini Bread in the oven - banana added as a whim!
5. Mini Quiches for the week In the oven! Bacon, mushrooms, colby cheese, soft cheese, cream - nomnomnom
6. Pizza Dough to put in the freezer
7. Meal plans for the week in the bread machine now.
8. Run this evening
9. Send crit for beta Sent! Although I don't know if said person is back from Pennsic yet. :D
10. Post counts from yesterday
11. Background reading for sekrit project
12. Make my Honey-Do project list for the year
13. Dishes
14. Parmesan-Crusted Zucchini Rounds

Looks long, but not really. A fun day - and Argus is making mashed potatoes and homemade meatloaf for dinner! Yummy!

(metrics) Saturday explosions

I wasn’t going to write on Saturday; not on Last Rites, anyways. Then hubby and I went and saw The Expendables, and wow. I needed to get some action scenes in.

So I wrote.

Starting Count: 60712
Ending Count: 62632
Net Gain: + 1920

Starting line:
Thom swallowed hard and looked back at the hall, where nothing moved. The only sounds were the shrieks of the monitors – everything else had gone eerily silent. There was a long smear of blood where Domyelle had slid down the glass window, surrounded by splatters and globs of crimson.

Ending line:
“Go,” he said, cocking the shotgun and aiming at the half-breed Lord. “I’ll cover your back.”

Darling:
As one, the three turned to look at the hospital behind them. The building shook as if something were eating it from the inside out, and the large cross on the top broke off and fell to the parking lot. Windows on the upper floors exploded outwards, and then Nikki saw why.

Vines, immense tangles of greenery, snaked their way out of the gaping holes the glass left behind, moving in quick undulations across the white stone walls. Tendrils reached hungrily for any crack they could sink roots into, tearing at the facade, grinding it into dust. The roof shivered and then blew upwards in a deafening explosion.

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.