sunshine_queen | Macho, macho ma-an...

"More drastic than not getting married? Something really revolutionary?" Francie sounded serious for a moment, then started to laugh. "Like, if we'd started that girl band we dreamed up in eighth grade?"

"Oh, my God. What was the name again? Magic?"

"Do not forget the stupid loser spelling we came up with: M-A-J-E-K. Remember? Because calling ourselves 'Magic' alone was just not pathetic enough." Francie was laughing really hard now. "Hey, Will, Sydney wants to get our girl band going again. You want to join?"

Will called across the kitchen, "I'm Macho Spice!"

See, the stupid site kept telling me the links didn't work, so I falsely believe that the story was uncompleted! Ho ho! What a fool I was.

Now I'm done and, holy mother of snap, this was the best ride ever. The SpyRents are cool in every single freaking reality there is, man. And Syd proving Rambaldi right in a good way? PRICELESS, my friends. Priceless.

Plus, Will is awesome.

So, my dad fell at work, and now the things he either broke his left forearm or his left shoulder. Mom, for some reason, either isn't answering her phone or isn't in a place where there's service, so I don't think he knows. Dad's sitting on the couch watching some game or another, all forlorn. On a positive note, he brought home a box of Godiva chocolates that I opened. Consumed a chocolate truffle that I've been lusting after all throughout 'Chocolat.'

I should probably do a lot of homework. Or study.

Yep.