* being the person who takes a shower every day, I walked on the wild side yesterday (when my hair still held Sunday Goodness) and skipped it. I saved 46 minutes of my life for sitting in the sun. It was a good idea.
* how many days can a headache last before it becomes a condition?
* “grandma sycamore’s home-maid” (their typo, not mine) white bread is like candy around here. But all 4 Kids would rather eat actual homemade wheat pita. Success.
* a woman in the mall heard me say to my Kids, “Come, my Minions. We go.” She looked appalled.
* no sugar for weeks. Then cake. Dumb? Oh, yes. See headache reference, above.
* attending an event Thursday evening. Lurking on other attendees’ blogs makes me think I should be paying more attention to what I’m wearing there. Alas, I can’t care.
* once again, I am so grateful not to have a real job. I love to be home.
* sprouting tomatoes (remember from las week? We were at 13?) have reached the number 60. If half those plants each produce one tomato, I will be well ahead of last year’s yield.
* yes, I produced a thousand words this morning. And apparently it ate my brain. These things happen.
* i really like my Husband. I just thought I should remind you. He is good.
* this is all.
(4) Comments for this blog
I won’t be at Borders, so I hope you’re coming to the conference because I’d really like to meet you. I decided to skip it since I have tons of friends and relatives who want to hang out and only 1 or 2 writer friends (including you) who will be at Borders. Conference, Becca?
I’ll be the girl wearing the tennis shoes that smell like moldy cupcakes (okay, maybe I should step it up a little). Hee hee, I love the minions thing. So funny! =)
I’m not worried about the quality of my attire, it’s the volume. The acreage required.
I love that Grandma Sycamore bread; they don’t have it here in Vegas so I have to stock up when I come to Zion.
I’m surprised slash pleased that the woman in the mall actually knew what the word “minions” even meant. Yes, I’m a snob. I apologize for nothing.
And I’m glad you like your husband. I really like mine, too. We’re lucky gals, aren’t we?
See you Thursday!
I have said far worse to my kids in public. I think your comment was funny:)