Stuff
So, I know I said I was going to write every day, but now it’s like once a week, because of, well, Stuff.
Stuff like: last night Adam and I went to fancy-pants gala benefitting somebody. Great food, (lobster meatballs? chocolate fondue? YES PLEASE.) great holiday cheer, (a big tree! Santa! fake snow falling from the sky!) and best of all, great free margaritas! (No explanation needed. SO good.) We took a picture, which I will not be sharing with you because my face was shiiiiiiny. I love funny dates like that, what with the ties and heels and the being the youngest people there by 20 years. Splendid.
Also, in the Stuff category, my favorite jeans have a hole in the crotch. Really, skinny jeans? I finally get on the bandwagon and THIS is how you repay me? I paid EIGHT DOLLARS for you, you ingrate.
Also, one of my clients likes to tell me how I got married much too young (can’t hear that enough) one of my editors loved my latest piece (can’t hear that enough, for reals this time) and the sun is shining. Oh, and Nanowrimo. it’s still happening, y’all. I have faith in my abilities to pound out 15,000 words and get caught up. By today. Optimism abounds!