At times, dealing with R. J. Larson’s irrational love of weapons, Biblical intrigue, and epic fantasy beasts is enough to send me screaming from the house. The problem is that R. J. accompanies me. Thinking aloud—the wretch. Running is, therefore, useless. It’s better and safer to sit at home and ponder this dilemma in comfort.
How do I avenge myself?
By reading as R. J. writes. And offering suggestions. “THAT needs jewelry.” “Her clothes are pink—you know they are.” “Palace? Really? What does it look like inside???? Put some gilding on that door!!!!” Or my Kacy-fave, “Eew! Look at the mess you made! Time for a bath/stitches/shave/clean clothes/apology.” Yes, apology. Oh, and I often suggest some fancy trinket to adorn those clean clothes. *R. J. rolls eyes.*
To deal with my Kacyish love of glitz, R. J. sends me off to research shiny details. Yep! I can deal with that!!!!