flails madly
eeeep! I am so excited, you guys! My mom already purchased her issue this afternoon.
This weekend: writing. Ohgodohgod, writing. Must finish revisions on second half of the manuscript and send it off to my fantastic beta readers. If I'm very lucky with the writing and get it done, I will allow myself to work on a sewing project.
I'm totally going to have to work in a Borders trip. Jilli, that is awesome, and you look amazing!
I don't have any weekend plans. mr. flea feels I am too planny, and argues for spontaneity.
Who's betting we do absolutely nothing this weekend? (Except the essentials, like grocery shop).
this weekend
brunch at cafe cacao
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cleaning out the office so at & t uverse can be installed
Gospel magazine pulled from Christian bookstores for having *gasp* women pastors on the cover: [link]
I thought of Allyson and Sam last night at the baseball game. There were dozens of bats eating from the all-you-can-eat bat buffet created by the lights. I've seen one or two before at night games, but nothing like this.
Really do something to celebrate my birthday.
I wish it could be crazy, but probably just lunch or the bookstore or something like that.
I suppose...
Or I could screw up the masculinity ritual at the tattoo place again.(They feel so tough till I come out after having the same thing.)
You could hire a manicurist to come with you to the tattoo place. You could simultaneously be tattooed and pedicured. THAT, my friend, is a hardcore chick.
Well,
someone
had the shit scared out of them. Literally.
Looks like we had a U2 shootdown in this household's Cold War.
Kitten has had a bath and I've scrubbed the floor. Luckily, he stayed on the hardwood. And doesn't seem to traumatized now.