Nothing is ever according to plan

This evening was loosely planned out. We (the collective we (when is ‘we’ not collective? I guess I meant extended.) – including Pistolette and hubby) have our old friends and progenitors of PizzaNight™ in town tomorrow, so I found myself with a free Friday night. And before she kills me with either her .50cal Desert… Continue reading Nothing is ever according to plan

NaBloPoMaybe

Do I enjoy writing (if you call this “writing”)? Kinda. Am I good at it? Not really. Is it horrible? See above answer. So, like most things productive, I’m usually inspired/quasi-driven by my good (and amazing!) friend Pistolette. I know I did this came “challenge” last year – successfully, I believe. Again, that was not… Continue reading NaBloPoMaybe

|| ( aka Pause)

Tonight, we basically took the night off and had an easy dinner with my parents in their backyard. In the spirit of taking a breather, goodnight internets, I’ll see you tomorrow. Sometimes you just need to take a break.

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Long day, I’m tired. I don’t want to be conscious any more today. I’m going to say this counts, as I just wrote you a haiku. Goodnight.