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Nov. 30th, 2007 10:30 pmTwo things happened today.
Well, lots of things happened, but the two I'm going to mention are these:
1.) I wrote a ficlet for The Last Unicorn for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days. Nothing remarkable, but the idea pinged into my head when I was supposed to be making a lunch and I slammed it out and went to work pleased with myself, even though I had to eat cafeteria sloppy joes.
and
2.) We had a fire drill today. In roaring, driving winds that peppered us with snow and ice bits off the roof. With fourteen three year olds, who were freaked out by the fire alarm, and too short to wade through the snow covering the stairs we had to evacuate down. It was like a very low-budget horror movie with the alarm going off, the wind howling, not being able to see for the blizzard whirling around us, calling the childrens' names into the haze, and then seeing these waist-high creatures with wailing banshee faces lurching towards me with outstretched hands. One girl's parka ruff froze to the tears and mucus running down her face. All in all, not our most successful outing.
Well, lots of things happened, but the two I'm going to mention are these:
1.) I wrote a ficlet for The Last Unicorn for
31_days. Nothing remarkable, but the idea pinged into my head when I was supposed to be making a lunch and I slammed it out and went to work pleased with myself, even though I had to eat cafeteria sloppy joes.and
2.) We had a fire drill today. In roaring, driving winds that peppered us with snow and ice bits off the roof. With fourteen three year olds, who were freaked out by the fire alarm, and too short to wade through the snow covering the stairs we had to evacuate down. It was like a very low-budget horror movie with the alarm going off, the wind howling, not being able to see for the blizzard whirling around us, calling the childrens' names into the haze, and then seeing these waist-high creatures with wailing banshee faces lurching towards me with outstretched hands. One girl's parka ruff froze to the tears and mucus running down her face. All in all, not our most successful outing.
