I’m not one to bitch about the weather…but I’m going to make an exception for today.

It’s been damn hot! It’s been fever hot! It’s been hotter than an automatic weapon in a pawn shop!

And we haven’t had rain in over a month.

For a brief moment yesterday, we had a downpour. At the office. I drove the 3 minutes to my house, and not one drop had fallen. My yard still looked like a golden african savannah. Each morning I walk on my grass hoping to see at least a hint of dew…something in liquid form. But nothing. Of course, as the yellow grass crunches beneath my feet, I worry a crouching lion will pounce on me and eat me for breakfast.

But this morning was different. This morning I woke to the roar of a waterfall on my roof.

Yes, it’s raining. Lots.

And I am so grateful. Guess my little raindance helped. I just hope the gods don’t come to collect my first born. I really didn’t mean that part of the bargain…

I’m not one to bitch about the weather…but I’m going to make an exception for today.

It’s been damn hot! It’s been fever hot! It’s been hotter than an automatic weapon in a pawn shop!

And we haven’t had rain in over a month.

For a brief moment yesterday, we had a downpour. At the office. I drove the 3 minutes to my house, and not one drop had fallen. My yard still looked like a golden african savannah. Each morning I walk on my grass hoping to see at least a hint of dew…something in liquid form. But nothing. Of course, as the yellow grass crunches beneath my feet, I worry a crouching lion will pounce on me and eat me for breakfast.

But this morning was different. This morning I woke to the roar of a waterfall on my roof.

Yes, it’s raining. Lots.

And I am so grateful. Guess my little raindance helped. I just hope the gods don’t come to collect my first born. I really didn’t mean that part of the bargain…

The fishdog worked 18 hours today on no sleep.

Now, I don’t even pretend to know how he does that. I will work overtime if necessary. I tend to do that about once a month. As a matter of fact, I worked late and came in early several times this week…just not 18 hours in one day. Screw that.

or so I say… because I guess I do work 18 hours in a day. I get up and get the boys ready for school, work my 8 hours at the office, (take a lunch break to go work out at the gym) bring home the bacon and fry it up in the pan, then, most nights, I sit down and write. I do work the hours, just not all in one place.

Whew. for a second there, I was worried that maybe I wasn’t a very dedicated worker. But by the looks of things, I’m actually a work-a-holic. Glad I sorted that out.

You know what else I sorted out tonight?

There is no way to just say “I’m only going to clean the toilets.” and actually do that. We’re having house guests this weekend, and I thought I’d get a jumpstart on cleaning–that way I don’t have to do it all on Saturday.

So, I was just going to clean the toilets and the sinks in the bathroom tonight.

Two hours later, I smelled like bleach, and you could eat off any surface in any bathroom.

Glad I sorted that out, too.

BTW–I fucking hate cleaning. And I hate smelling like bleach.

Now, I’m taking my Maker’s Mark and Diet Coke to bed, where my mouth-breathing-overworked husband is already snoring, and I’m going to read some more of my Formerly Blogless Critique Partner’s hot demon sex book.

See ya in the morning.

The fishdog worked 18 hours today on no sleep.

Now, I don’t even pretend to know how he does that. I will work overtime if necessary. I tend to do that about once a month. As a matter of fact, I worked late and came in early several times this week…just not 18 hours in one day. Screw that.

or so I say… because I guess I do work 18 hours in a day. I get up and get the boys ready for school, work my 8 hours at the office, (take a lunch break to go work out at the gym) bring home the bacon and fry it up in the pan, then, most nights, I sit down and write. I do work the hours, just not all in one place.

Whew. for a second there, I was worried that maybe I wasn’t a very dedicated worker. But by the looks of things, I’m actually a work-a-holic. Glad I sorted that out.

You know what else I sorted out tonight?

There is no way to just say “I’m only going to clean the toilets.” and actually do that. We’re having house guests this weekend, and I thought I’d get a jumpstart on cleaning–that way I don’t have to do it all on Saturday.

So, I was just going to clean the toilets and the sinks in the bathroom tonight.

Two hours later, I smelled like bleach, and you could eat off any surface in any bathroom.

Glad I sorted that out, too.

BTW–I fucking hate cleaning. And I hate smelling like bleach.

Now, I’m taking my Maker’s Mark and Diet Coke to bed, where my mouth-breathing-overworked husband is already snoring, and I’m going to read some more of my Formerly Blogless Critique Partner’s hot demon sex book.

See ya in the morning.

Sometimes, shit just gets on my nerves.

Like yesterday, when I went to the grocery store. Now, I always strategically park by a cart corral. Why? you ask. Well, because one of my biggest pet peeves are the lazy-ass people who don’t put the carts up! They just leave them in the parking place for me to run over. Even people who park near the cart corral don’t bother walking the 2 steps to put the buggy up. How damn difficult is it, people? Are you really that lazy?

Now, I’ll admit to leaving a cart or two out of its appropriate place a handful of times in my life. Usually, it was when it was pouring rain and I had a baby with me. But that’s it. And I know that all the damn carts in the Kroger parking lot last night had nothing to do with rain or kids. It hasn’t rained in Oxford, MS in over a month. Lazy-ass people.

Okay, end rant. I feel better now.

Last night, I met two of my girlfriends for dessert. Well, it was going to be coffee and dessert but it turned into beer and dessert for me and Andrea had wine and dessert. Poor Deb…she’s pregnant. She lusted after our bevvies and just ordered coffee with her sweet treat. We had a great night just catching up on gossip and acting stupid. Our server was a cute thing and was pretty attentive until he realized we were only having one drink. LOL But he gave us our space and let us camp at his table while we giggled like school girls.

Speaking of school girls…it wasn’t long before two of them came in. They were maybe 21 (with their fake IDs). They both flirted heavily with the owner (who is probably 50) and ordered wine. He brought it back to them, their glasses filled to the rim. Andrea was a little miffed because her wine glass only had the “approporiate” portion of wine in it.

I told her she hadn’t shown enough inappropriate cleavage to deserve an inappopriate portion of wine and clearly she needed to work on her flirting.

We’re going to go out again soon so she can practice.

I’ll let you know if it works out for her.

Sometimes, shit just gets on my nerves.

Like yesterday, when I went to the grocery store. Now, I always strategically park by a cart corral. Why? you ask. Well, because one of my biggest pet peeves are the lazy-ass people who don’t put the carts up! They just leave them in the parking place for me to run over. Even people who park near the cart corral don’t bother walking the 2 steps to put the buggy up. How damn difficult is it, people? Are you really that lazy?

Now, I’ll admit to leaving a cart or two out of its appropriate place a handful of times in my life. Usually, it was when it was pouring rain and I had a baby with me. But that’s it. And I know that all the damn carts in the Kroger parking lot last night had nothing to do with rain or kids. It hasn’t rained in Oxford, MS in over a month. Lazy-ass people.

Okay, end rant. I feel better now.

Last night, I met two of my girlfriends for dessert. Well, it was going to be coffee and dessert but it turned into beer and dessert for me and Andrea had wine and dessert. Poor Deb…she’s pregnant. She lusted after our bevvies and just ordered coffee with her sweet treat. We had a great night just catching up on gossip and acting stupid. Our server was a cute thing and was pretty attentive until he realized we were only having one drink. LOL But he gave us our space and let us camp at his table while we giggled like school girls.

Speaking of school girls…it wasn’t long before two of them came in. They were maybe 21 (with their fake IDs). They both flirted heavily with the owner (who is probably 50) and ordered wine. He brought it back to them, their glasses filled to the rim. Andrea was a little miffed because her wine glass only had the “approporiate” portion of wine in it.

I told her she hadn’t shown enough inappropriate cleavage to deserve an inappopriate portion of wine and clearly she needed to work on her flirting.

We’re going to go out again soon so she can practice.

I’ll let you know if it works out for her.

I’m on hold right now, so I thought I’d blog…again.

I know, 3 in one day…something is wrong with this world.

But honestly, what else should I do while I’m on hold?

First off, I’ve been to the gym everyday this week. I’m so glad school is back because it feels awesome to be back on a regular schedule. My God I wish they’d go to year ’round schooling and uniforms here. Do you know how much easier that would make my life?

I’ve heard from both my lads this week and I’ve received some great news! Simon is going to come stay with us next week until he flies home and Grant is planning to come in October.

The planets must be aligning just right this week.

Except for the fact that I’m STILL on hold….15 minutes and counting.

I’m on hold right now, so I thought I’d blog…again.

I know, 3 in one day…something is wrong with this world.

But honestly, what else should I do while I’m on hold?

First off, I’ve been to the gym everyday this week. I’m so glad school is back because it feels awesome to be back on a regular schedule. My God I wish they’d go to year ’round schooling and uniforms here. Do you know how much easier that would make my life?

I’ve heard from both my lads this week and I’ve received some great news! Simon is going to come stay with us next week until he flies home and Grant is planning to come in October.

The planets must be aligning just right this week.

Except for the fact that I’m STILL on hold….15 minutes and counting.

Earlier this week, I linked to Kate Rothwell’s blog where a heated discussion was taking place over Jan W. Butler’s letter in the RWR.

Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels are continuing the discussion.

Lots of lengthy comments and opinions in the comment section. Worth reading–no matter what side you’re on.

Earlier this week, I linked to Kate Rothwell’s blog where a heated discussion was taking place over Jan W. Butler’s letter in the RWR.

Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels are continuing the discussion.

Lots of lengthy comments and opinions in the comment section. Worth reading–no matter what side you’re on.