So you know how earlier, I confessed to my previous baby-eating penchant, tying it all together (poorly) with the tale of the flower delivery that was not, in fact, for me? I feel the need to come completely clean with all of you, since my prior admission was so liberating. Puppies make delightful between-meal snacks. With ketchup. If you pinch their necks just so, they hardly ever even get away. Phew! I feel better, with that off my chest. Also, the darndest thing happened today. A guy came to the door with a suitcase of money in one hand, and a gorgeous hunk in the other. But it turned out...
Gimme a stick of that gum, wouldja? Thanks. I am totally skipping this class, it is SO. BORING. Want me to braid your hair? I can. Meet me behind the gym. You can look at my trig notes while we do it, or we could just talk about boys instead. Boys. *sigh* Like, oh my god. You will never believe it. So, um, he called. The guy? Who asked for my number? Actually called. We talked. For a long time. I still like him. I like him even more. He seems to still like me. I feel about thirteen. I mean, HELLO, I am an old lady with children who spent almost her entire adult life married, I have NO IDEA...
Y'all, Jay is too modest to say anything self-promoting in his recent post. But lucky for all of us, I am not nearly so demure. My life is not so very grand right now, in many ways. I mean, yes, I have my health, my kids, wonderful friends. But so much of my day-to-day feels like treading water, often. I used to live a life of accomplishments. Now? A life of waiting. BUT! Woulda Coulda Shoulda is a finalist in the third quarter Diarist Awards for Best New Journal. Also the ever-talented Jay's The Zero Boss is a finalist for Best Journal Overall. And, oh, just go LOOK because there are some...
