That "paragraph" was written by Page, who apparently has reached her limit of being ignored. She was lying down on top of not only the keyboard, but my hands that were trying to type, in an attempt to vanquish the pen on the mouse side of the keyboard (which is the left side).
Anyway, we went to Mom's house for dinner yesterday, and it was kind of a madhouse, since there were approximately sixteen thousand small children (by which I mean more like eight or nine) running around. But the thirteen-year-old kids took charge of the younger ones, so it was relatively peaceful chaos. So we got to have a good time conversing with people and ranting about the direction Disney's been going in...it was fun, but on the other hand, we're kind of at a point where we'd rather rave about, say, Tiger & Bunny.
After everybody left, we watched Song of the South, which made me want to write stories again. The problem we have with writing stories, though, is that we're not so good at the "coming up with them" part. I guess it just takes focus. Hmmm.
Today I'm thankful for getting to watch Song of the South, having a good time at dinner yesterday, Mom being kind enough to make brownies, the yummy kettle corn we had for snack time, and the sticky note feature on Windows 7.
(Our location was also provided by Page.)