I'm in this weird sort of becalmed time right now. The books are all sitting in their boxes in the stores, but they're not on sale yet, and the tour's not starting for a while, so here I sit, too distracted to get any writing done, with nothing to do but worry.

Meanwhile, in the category of That Ain't Right: my sister has taught Lucy the Thong Song.

"Dumps like a truck," Molly sings.

"Tuk! Tuk!" says Lucy.

"Thighs like what?"

"Wha! Wha!" says Lu.

"Baby, move your butt!"

"Buh! Buh!"

This is just wrong.