Vomit is pretty much my muse, really.
You know, it is so much fun crafting these essays and reading them out loud, I don't think I will even care much if I am passed over once again. Last year I lost to a GUY, for heaven's sake, and to several women who had actually meaningful stories to tell. And, yes, I am jealous, not because I wasn't chosen but because - unlike all these other mothers - my life consists primarily of chaos, with no meaning whatsoever; at least, none that I can discern.
I guess they still wouldn't want to hear about my refrigerator, eh? Too bad, I've got tons of material for that...
In other news,
Brian's new alarm clock works (FOR NOW). I give it a year. It looks very spiffy, though.
Our handyman came by to put in some trim by our new front door, took one look at the mess Larry's made of his remodeled laundry room, and spent 5 hours down there re-organizing it. I sure hope that guy outlives us. I also hope we don't run out of money paying him for his services.
It snowed again, but it didn't stick. I don't even care, which means I am getting old. And boring.
Disorganized as Larry and I are, we actually managed to reserve last year's camping spot in Acadia for this coming summer; let me tell you, it feels weird not to be arguing for months over where we are going for vacation. True, my plan of towing the camper cross-country to see the national parks in Utah was not very practical. But, hey, a gal's got to dream sometimes, right?
I've actually read a few books over the past month - giveaways coming soon!
[Books image: Clipart Panda]