Yessirree, I’m back to blogging on a somewhat regular basis. Woohoo! Aren’t you happy?
Is this thing on?
Whatever. Any-way, I’m back. And what better way to celebrate than by jumping back into the fray with Mrs.4444’s Friday Fragments! So, to get started:
Bumper sticker of the week: I haven’t been the same since the house fell on my sister.
And since it’s been so long, I’ll give you a bonus: UFOs are real. It’s the Air Force that’s a hoax.
Thing 1 is going to his first dance this evening. He is going to this dance instead of a Boy Scout campout that focuses on shooting. That’s right. My little boy chose girls over guns. I am so not sure what to think of all of that.
I got my spouse the coolest bday present. Can’t wait to give it to him on Sunday!
If I have to look at another fundraising packet, I may just gag. Seriously? We just had the band (which was lame in the extreme), now we’re doing Boy Scout popcorn (for BOTH), and Thing 2 has a fundraiser for his school (Ugly Mug coffee). GAAK!
I’m down to my last six coke zeros. After they are gone, I’m not going to buy any more. That’s right: I’m trying to decaffeinate. My God have mercy on my soul. THAT ought to make for some interesting blog posts next week.
Do any of you read Slate? Dalia Lithwick is doing this experiment where she is writing a chick-lit book. She’s doing a chapter a day and she’s asking open questions about it on twitter and facebook. Kind of interesting, but it makes me wonder. The book I have in suspended animation is about as good (not that I’m biased, of course). So now I’ve dusted it off and am working on it again. Well, at least to finalize the outline so I can jump in and out as my schedule allows. Tell ya what I’ll do. Go read hers here, and if you want to compare that to the prologue and first chapter of mine (I’m actually through chapter 4). I’ll put it under a new tab up top, ‘k? Now, if it sucks, go ahead and tell me, but if you would be specific as to WHY it sucks, that would be good. I’d like to actually finish this, so I’m cool with the criticism.
That’s all for me today. Be sure to visit the Hostess with the Mostest, Mrs. 4444!