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
Category: Writing
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.
First Post of the Rest of the Month
Much like Matt and Bea, I’ve been inspired by Pistolette‘s pledge to NaBloPoMo (one post a day for a month, for those too lazy to click a link). It’s nice to have a good friend who inspires you to suck it up, get off your ass, and level up. As quiet as things have been… Continue reading First Post of the Rest of the Month