Lisa: So...that chapter, I think it needs to change.
Lisa: I mean, it's awesome, but I think something needs to explode. Literally explode.
Laura: ... *screaming children in background* *sounds of dishes shattering*
Lisa: And I'm going to need it this morning if we're going to stay on schedule, so, um, the sooner the better, OK?
Laura: Why is it so quiet there? *James wails like he is being stabbed repeatedly with a plastic fork*
Lisa: Quiet? Oh, all the kids are at camp. It's heavenly.
Laura: Lydia! Put the marker down. James does NOT need a mustache! You are not Rapunzel! Do you need another time out?
Lisa: So, that chapter, in an hour, ok? I'm going to go get a quick pedi. My heels are so rough...
Laura: I hate you. No, no. Not you, Lydia. I'm talking to Auntie Lisa. Yes, I know it's not nice to say hate. James! No! Don't drink that! It's Mommy juice! If babies drink it they get very sleepy, oh, well, nevermind.
Lisa: Give the kids a kiss from me! Happy writing!
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