Nicole Laurent

It’s a big weekend at Casa Laurent. My sweet (cough) little angel (cough, cough) is turning nine. We are under siege, er, I mean, we’re having a little sleepover party. I only have enough patience and brain cells left to throw up this sad excuse for a blog post, tack on some pictures and call it a night.

 

I remember sleepover parties being fun when I was a girl … back in 1492. I just don’t remember squealing quite so much.

 

 

My girl is the one in the middle of both pics. Well, the sweaty boy in the second picture belongs to me too. We have about eight more weeks until his 12th birthday … and another sleepover. There should be minimal squealing at that party, but from past experience, I know to expect spontaneous wrestling. Can’t wait.

 

In regards to the book I’m planning to release in a few weeks—halfway done with the edits. It’d already been edited to the nth degree, but we anal writers can never be too careful, can we?