Vic's been spending time on the spa planet, not to do spa things, but to spend time barefoot with the birds people, to meditate, and try to be less miserable ( Read more... )

Victor hates cooking the way she hates romantic comedies, but she can't leave all the work to Cole, so she's spent the day peeling potatoes for mashing, washing veggies, preheating ovens, and measuring things in measuring cups.

And then came Anya's bath because in a supreme case of cosmic irony Victor's children love to make messes. On a related ( Read more... )

DEAR COLE,

YOUR SON GOT A PUPPY and I know technically he's not your son but when he does things like this I am going to blame you forever so get used to it.

He pulled a Ray Stantz when he was asked to wish for ice cream and he wished for a puppy instead.

A PUPPY.


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More of the Sanir's eggs have been hatching since Victor started meddling, hooking them up with calcium supplements and dark leafy greens, and this hatching ceremony is particularly productive, in part because Victor's hatching an egg as well. Metaphorically ( Read more... )

"How're you feeling, sweetie?" Victor is talking to her phone. Not that she thinks her phone is a sweetie, but she's talking to a voice on her phone, and it is on speaker. She is in a field, sprawled on her stomach on an ugly mustard-colored blanket ( Read more... )

If you find yourself in a secluded corner of the Nexus, past the rhinestone statue of a... no one quite knows what that is, but it's blobby in shape. And perhaps not a statue at all. If you find yourself there, you might stumble upon a child's birthday party ( Read more... )

Twenty-three today.

Home sweet place ( Read more... )

And the planet I'm living on now just had first contact.

I totally got in trouble for spending three days in a room, working on programming ( Read more... )