"while they play mothers and fathers / we play little boys and girls / when we gonna make it work?"

The long holiday weekend is nearly over -- the last of my family is gone, the turkey has been reduced to scraps and frozen cubes of stock, and even on my third cup of coffee my brain is loggy enough that I'm switching between four werp tabs getting nothing done on any. That sounds like as good an excuse as any for a meme (first seen from rushthatspeaks but now 'sploded over my f-list like a dropped dish of cranberry sauce).

Tell me about a story I haven’t written, and I’ll give you one sentence from that story.

---L.