After much encouragement from Brian, I finally got off my lazy bum and tidied up one of my patterns enough to submit it for publication.
Remember this picture?
It is the result of reading Debbie New books late at night and thinking, "Hey, that could be fun!" The final product looks like this:
And now it lives at one of my favorite online magazines.
The new job is going well so far. I worked my first shift on the floor yesterday. And because I still (a) occasionally have to dash to the bathroom when I'm worried I'm going to throw up suddenly and (b) grimace and spasmodicly clutch my abdomen when Shirley decides to perform a complete 360 degree sommersault, I was up front about the fact that I'm five and a half months pregnant. (I'm not going to be able to hide her much longer, even if empire waisted shirts are back in.)
"I don't believe it! You don't look pregnant!" was what several of them said.
"Just because you don't see her, doesn't mean she isn't kicking my bladder," was my response.
And on the drive home, it struck me that with a bit of tweaking, this is a pretty standard response for believing in God or other spiritual things. (Without tweaking, it's a very scary comment on God.) I shared this with Brian.
"You're right love, it does work as that. But it's also an argument for pretty much anything you can't see--like the existence of elves."
Maybe I can convince the Keebler elves to bring me some cookies....