Here in Indiana we have a take-and-bake pizza place called Papa Murphy's. An Irish pizza joint. This delights me. In the last few days they've been running ads for a special Jack-o-Lantern pizza.
Isn't that the goofiest thing ever? I love it. I'm going to push for a Jack-o-Pizza for dinner on Friday night. I know Halloween isn't Friday, but Friday is Pizza Night. I'm thinking this and one of the Ghostbusters movies that my brother lent us (he has both I and II on DVD, but who in their right mind wants to watch Ghostbusters II?) would make for a very satisfying Halloween celebration. Maybe with the Charlie Brown Halloween special while the pizza is baking. Because what's a holiday without a Charlie Brown special?
I may be about 25 years too old for trick-or-treating, but never let it be said that I don't know how to have a good time.
My best friend, her husband, and her son were here this afternoon for a visit. The hubs has family here in Indiana, so they were able to carve out a little bit of time on their grand tour. (That's not even a joke. They've been on the road since Monday, and other than me they've seen/will see another friend, both sets of his grandparents, his father, and his sister. All in different cities, as far as I know.)
It was nice to see Keli and Eric, but the real highlight was London. The last time I saw him, he was about 3 months old. He's 17 months now, and the cuteness factor was overwhelming. We had presents for him, and once he got in the groove he really enjoyed ripping the paper. And then once each package was completely unwrapped he had to be sure each of his parents got a good look. The funniest thing to me was when London opened one of the packages (a book), and Eric got all excited. "Richard Scarry!" Keli was like, huh? Apparently, she never read Richard Scarry as a kid (how is this possible?), so we had to explain to her that he was an author, and that his books always had a million fun things to look at. Once the presents were all unwrapped, Eric grabbed London and immediately started reading it to him. I have a feeling that's going to be the go to book when it's Dad's turn to read to him before bed from now on.
And then we sat down for some lunch. Mom had made some potato soup, because it's one of those things that is really flexible and forgiving as far as timing goes. It can sit on the stove and simmer for a while with no harm done. (We weren't sure exactly when they were going to get here.) I wasn't sure that London would go for it, but he loved it! There was a smile and a "yum!" after almost every bite. And he got very put out when Keli would sneak a spoonful for herself. That was his soup, damn it! There were also rolls, and London loves rolls. So he was stuffing bites of bread in his mouth between little bits of potato and carrot from the soup. Then his mom had what was apparently the Best. Idea. Ever! She grabbed a little piece of his roll and dipped it in the soup. He immediately made a dive for the soup bowl to try to do it himself.
Mom was practically incandescent with pleasure watching all this. Especially every time he said, "Yum!" It really was unbearably cute.
And then we all went outside so he could run around and play in the backyard. And we could all run around after him. I did very minimal chasing or picking up and swinging. I would have liked to have done more, but frankly, I'm beat to my socks with what I did manage to do. We had rain a couple of days ago, and it knocked a lot of leaves off the trees. So Eric and London played in the leaves for awhile, which was also way adorable. We have an old lobster trap under a tree in our backyard as decoration. London spotted it and tried to crawl in. Again, the cuteness factor was about 1000. Dad managed to get pictures of some of it, although London gets weird in front of cameras and won't smile. If he knew Dad was taking a picture there was no smile. But there were quite a few of him playing and totally unaware of the camera.
And then it was time for them to move on. :( They've got a lot more miles to drive and people to see before they get home at the end of next week. I was so glad to see them. It was with my parents the whole time, and I didn't really get to talk to Keli about anything other than kid stuff and general chatter. It was kind of like a 5 minute visit from an old life. Very odd.
And now I'm all worn out. For a good reason for once. I took my sleeping pill early, and I hope to be crashing soon. Night night!
I had an excellent day today. First of all, I had the house to myself all day long. Mom and Dad went with their Sunday School class to some sort of Jesus museum. (It had dinosaurs. I don't even pretend to understand that one.) Anyway, this place was a couple hours away, so between driving there, touring, having lunch and dinner, and driving home again, I didn't see them until 9pm. It was lovely and peaceful.
And then the thing that I'd been waiting for since Wednesday finally happened. My brand new Kindle arrived! It's light and little and adorable. I spent some time loading books for the quarterly reading challenge that started at midnight, and then I started a library book that I was able to download wirelessly onto the new Kindle.
As if all of that wasn't happy making enough, my name was drawn in a contest on twitter. I got a free advance copy of Carina Press's holiday m/m anthology! In it is a new story by one of my very favorite authors-- Josh Lanyon. Woo hoo!
Some craft supplies that I'd ordered were delivered, and I ate queso dip and tortilla chips for dinner. (I'm a grown up, I can eat whatever I want for dinner. Also, my mommy wasn't here to say no.)
After that, Mom and Dad came home, and we talked about their trip, and then we watched about half an episode of Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives, which happened to feature a place here in Indianapolis and another place in Bucks County, PA (which is where we're from originally). And then we all retreated to our rooms, Mom and Dad to zonk out in exhaustion, and me to watch some random stuff off the dvr and write this post.
OK, as much as I enjoy rubbernecking, it's time to attempt to be A Better Person again. So I decided it was time to do another post about things that are making me happy right now. We haven't had one of those lately, and I have more reason to be happy than I have in a while.
The first thing that's making me happy right now is I Am a Paleontologist by They Might Be Giants. Someone is using it in a commercial right now, and it makes me want to boogie every time I hear it.
Something else that had me whooping and bouncing on the bed recently was Monday night's episode of The Closer. Captain Raydor (Mary McDonnell) was first presented in the show as a nemesis to Brenda. Then she shifted to an unlikely ally. This season she's been revealed to be a pretty valuable supporter, even if Brenda doesn't always know it. (Chief Pope can seriously bite me.)
Anyway, I loved seeing Raydor lead that chase last night. And then when she whips out that shotgun? Whoa, momma. You go girl! Definitely one of the most badass moments of the series so far. And I absolutely loved the look Tao gave her as she was walking away.
If you haven't ever watched The Closer, and you at all enjoy cop shows, I suggest you do what I did a few years ago and rent season one. It's a fantastic series, and well worth watching. (Although I'm bummed that this is the last season.)
Happy Thing #3 is that it's looking like I've got at least a little bit of my knitting mojo back! I hadn't touched the needles in months, until this past weekend. I poked around on Rav until I found a pattern that looked promising (of course I changed my mind and did something different when the needles actually kissed yarn), and then I hauled out all my sock yarn scrap. Y'all, I have a boat load of sock yarn scrap. Three big, overflowing bags of the stuff, and then some.
I sorted out all the scrap, and most of it was sufficiently bright. So then I sat and watched TV and wound a ginormous ball of scrap yarn, tying on a new color when I came to the end of each scrap. This thing was easily half again the size of my fist. When you consider how thin sock yarn is, that's a LOT. And then I cast on my Shawl of Many Colors. (It'll probably change names a few times, but that's what it is for the moment.)
After a couple of days, the SoMC is on row 87 or so, and growing all the time. This pattern isn't super specific. You get to a certain point and then they give you a general recipe to continue, because the size needed on something like this can vary so much, depending on who it's for an how they want to use it. I could probably stop right now and have a respectable head scarf. But I want a full size shawl, which means the wings span is equal to the height of the wearer. I'm 5'7, so I've got a ways to go. Fortunately, I'm pretty sure I've got enough sock yarn scrap to make it happen. But at some point in the not too distant future I'm going to have to start rolling another ball of yarn.
I'd planned to post a picture of this grand masterpiece, but I can't find my camera. Or the batteries that go in it. So that's going to have to wait for a day or two. By then it will be bigger and more colorful and more impressive anyway.
One more thing that I'm really excited about. There's a challenge coming up in my M/M reading group called the Quarterly Gang Bang. (Trust me, not as kinky as it sounds.) Every person who signs up picks a book for each other member, and they all pick books for you. By the time the picking is done you could have 50-60 titles on your list. The idea is to read all those books in the next quarter. The reading part doesn't actually start until October, but sign ups start on Thursday. I've been wanting to do this for MONTHS, but I felt like I needed to clear out some of the mainstream romance I'd managed to accumulate but not read in the last several years. I did get some of it read (89 out of 198 books read so far this year were non-m/m), and I hope to knock out a few more in September. And then the rest of the year will be dedicated to reading as much delicious m/m lovin' as I can handle. I even have a few holiday reads lined up already. I've been looking forward to this for a long time, and I can't wait to dive in.
So that's all the happy stuff. And I know I said I wasn't going to gossip any more, but I just have to mention that we've had our first official *flounce*! Someone who, by her own admission, left the group for a while and only recently came back, felt the need to declare us all terrible people and announce that she was leaving the group again. So there! It was kind of funny, because a) although she claimed we were all rude, her post was by far the most obnoxious one to date, and b)... oh, hell. I forget what b was. But anyway, you know you haven't had a good internet kerfluffle until someone loudly declares that they're taking their ball and going home. I suspect the whole thing will have petered out to nothing by this time tomorrow.
It was all amazingly civil for an internet dust up. If this had happened on my knitting forum there would have been a pile on, and by the time the mods stepped in the offending parties (not always the original offenders, either) would be ripped to shreds. A half dozen people would dramatically flounce (only to quietly return next week), and whoever is left when the dust settles would be quietly knitting sweaters from the remains of the deceased.
Knitters are Hardcore.
I couldn't imagine it happening in the Betties. I mean, I know it could happen anywhere, and we certainly aren't immune to petty scandals. But accusations? Histrionics? I don't see it.
Anyway, that's what's going on with me for the mo. I'll try to control myself in the future. And I'll let you know about positive developments. I'm not quite ready to say anything about them yet (besides, this post is ridiculously long already), but I'll update you when the shift from "things I intend to do" to "things I'm actively doing". Intention is important, but if you don't follow it up with action you won't get very far.
Another round of good news on the medication front. My doctor's office called this morning. The makers of Savella (my other Fibro medication) approved my patient assistance, and there was 3 months worth of free meds waiting for me at the office! Yay! My Fibro meds are the only ones I take that are too new to have a generic, which means they are the most expensive. Now that I'm getting both of them for free, my monthly med costs have gone down by about 3/4. That's huge-- a significant line item in the monthly budget slashed.
In other news, I've got the Kindle down to 724 items. So far it hasn't made a bit of difference. In fact, the battery is dying even faster. But that might be because of all the clicking around to delete stuff. I'll go back to more normal usage for the next couple of days and see if there's any improvement.
And more good news-- I have a solid story idea to work on. Last night I was thinking about a story I started almost 15 years ago and abandoned. The actual pages are long gone at this point (trust me, it's no loss), but the idea lingered. As I was falling asleep last night it fused with another scrap of an idea, and suddenly I have a viable story idea. In the next few days I'm going to work on Kelley Armstrong's Outlining 101, and then I want to start writing March 1st. I'm not going to push myself to NaNo it. I'm afraid I'll flame out in a couple of days at that kind of pace. But I'd definitely like to finish March with a nice chunk of pages. I've also had a little bit of a brain wave about the story I was working on last fall during Discovery. So I think I may end up outlining both at the same time. We'll see how confused I get.
I've been dealing with some difficult internal stuff this past week, and there have been a few things that have saved me.
1) Comfort food. Last night I made a Mexican casserole that I used to make in Houston. It wasn't quite how I'd have done it if I were working from scratch (I'd rather start off with chicken and rotel in the crockpot instead of left over cooked chicken), but it was still pretty good and a taste of home. Then I made a Strawberry Dream Pie. Tonight Mom made mashed potatoes and gravy just for me. Yum. I had a bowl for a midnight snack, too.
2) I'm reading a really fantastic book called A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness. Really. It's fab. I'll be reviewing it soon. I'm about half way through the book, only 275 more pages to go. It's a big 'un.
3) I've been listening to a LOT of Katy Perry. Very peppy. My favorite is Teenage Dream. But I don't love the video, so here is the boys' choir from Glee doing their version. Hope it makes you as happy as it makes me.
The doorbell rang a few minutes ago. FedEx delivery. It was addressed to me, although I wasn't expecting anything. I open the package, and lo and behold-- medicine! Three months worth of Lyrica, free! That's almost $750 retail. I sent in paperwork to Pfizer's patient assistance program a couple weeks ago, and they've already sent me my first shipment. Thank you, Pfizer!
There has been a dearth of happy in the world in the last week. It certainly hasn't been sunshine and rainbows for me. To me this means only one thing. It's time to do another Things That Make Me Happy post.
1. Pancakes for dinner. Especially if they're apple pancakes! 2. My library already has a hold list going for the audio version of The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen. Woo hoo! I love Sarah Addison Allen, and I can't wait for her next book. 3. Farkle is on it's way out! I won't share any of the gory details, but I will say I'm relieved to see progress. 4. Sunday Morning! It's quiet, and I have the house all to myself. I forward to these hours every week. I'm dealing with the change in living situation fairly well, I think, but I desperately need these few hours by myself every week. 5. Trouble. He's a little twerp, but I love him like crazy.
I was unpacking a box of tchotchkes a couple of weeks ago, and I ended up arranging my favorites on the only empty flat surface in my entire room-- my dresser. It wasn't until a few days later that I realized that it's got the vibe of an altar.
Starting at the top left, there is a picture of my brother and sister-in-law. (I fuzzed out their faces because I don't have their permission to post a picture of them on the internet. As far as I know, they don't even know I have this blog.) In the middle is Flower Annie, my Wee Peeple doll, made by the wonderful Kandra Niagra. Isn't she beautiful? I love Wee Peeple dolls. They have such personality and energy.
Next to Annie is a drawing I made when I was about 10. We'd just moved to Texas for the first time, and it was the Sesquicentennial. (150 years of Texas statehood.) I was the new Yankee girl, but they liked it so much that it was framed and posted in the hall at my middle school for years. I'm not sure how my parents got a hold of it, but they put it on the wall in the yellow guest bedroom in Massachusetts (which was briefly my bedroom). I think because the frame is yellow, so it matched the room.
Coming around the corner, there is a little pixie box I've had since I was a little girl. It's sitting in a wooden bowl that my dad carved. I'm not sure why it's sitting in the bowl, but when I took it out it didn't look right to me, so back in it went. Next to the pixie box is a large shell I got once on a trip to the beach in Galveston. The beach is kind of a special place to me. (I'm a Scorpio. That's a water sign, so I guess that makes sense.) I always feel more relaxed at the beach. Like I can exhale. All my muscles unknot and I sleep better. If I ever win the lottery I'm buying a house on the beach.
In front of the pixie box there's a crystal that I love. When I did have an official altar I used it to represent the energy of the God. There's also a pretty little shell that I found once walking on the beach. In the bottom right corner is a little dish given to me by a friend. She used to read cards at the Texas Renaissance Festival, and she used the dish as a tip jar. I know you can't tell from the picture, but it has suns and moons and stars all around the edge. In the dish is the fortune I got in my fortune cookie when we had Chinese food New Year's Eve. It says, "A new romance is in the future." I'd say that's pretty accurate, since a romance novel that I'd pre-ordered downloaded to my Kindle on January 1st.
Next to the bowl is a plastic canvas coaster I made for my parents. Their living room in Massachusetts was painted barn red and tan, with black accents. I made about a dozen of them in different quilt block designs, and I made that one, with a black cat on it, to represent my cat, Trouble. Mom and Dad love him to bits, and Mom calls him her grandson, so I thought they'd like it. I stole that one in Massachusetts so that I had something to put my sweating drinks on in my bedroom. Somehow it never got put back with the rest of the coasters when we packed.
In the center, in front of Flower Annie, is a little frame that used to sit on my grandfather's nightstand. On the left side there's a picture of my mom as a little girl in her Girl Scout uniform. (You can't really see it because of the glare.) We looked so much alike at that age, that I asked my granddad once when that picture was taken, because I didn't remember doing it. I thought it was me. There used to be a little picture of her brother, my Uncle George, tucked in there, too, but it slipped out. It's probably still in the box the frame was packed in for the move. I need to look around for it, because I don't want to lose it. On the other side is a picture of my grandmother and grandfather. I can see that picture from my bed, and it makes me happy to be able to look at them.
In front of the frame is my mascot, Super Becky. When I was a freshman in college I went into a Hallmark store around Halloween, and I spotted these cute little miniatures. My roommate and best friend is a huge fan of dragons, and I found a puppy in a dragon costume for her. For me I found a bunny in a super hero costume, with a capital B on his chest. I immediately knew his name was Super Becky. (Don't ask me why Super Becky is male. It makes no sense. But it is what it is.) I don't know how I managed to hang on to Super Becky for almost 20 years now without losing him. As you can see, he's pretty small. But I have.
Moving on to the left, there's a pretty little porcelain box that I got as a favor at a birthday party when I was in elementary school. It's got a butterfly on top and my name written in liquid gold on the front. I always thought it was the coolest thing. Next to that there is an old-style Weeble Wobble. I was at my grandparents house one day, and I decided to give it to Grandmom. She was so touched that I gave her one of my toys that she kept it forever after on display in her china cabinet with all her other treasures. I never had the heart to tell her that my 5 year-old self decided that he was the grumpy one, and I didn't want him any more. It kind of makes me laugh now. I still think of him as the grumpy one!
The stack of stones in the bottom left corner is something that my brother collected. I'm not sure why I kept them (I found them on the bookshelf in my room in Massachusetts), but they seem to fit there. Behind the stones is a little angel that Mom used to put out as a Christmas decoration in my room every year. I loved to play with her. One year I kept her, and she lived on a shelf in my apartment in Houston.
Behind the angel is another item that was always on display at my grandmother's house. I think I mentioned a while back that she was a professional church soloist in Philadelphia. As you may be able to tell from the little photo that lived on my grandfather's nightstand, Grandmom was also a sizable woman. This figure looked so much like her that her coworkers gave it to her as a gift when she retired. I love having this little piece of my grandmother on my dresser.
And the last figure is pretty well obscured by glare, but she is the little statue I used to represent Goddess on my altar. Here is a site that has a picture of the collection she came from. The name of the figure is Devotion, and she's just about exactly in the center of the page. You may notice that the whole collection is a bit, um, Georgia O'Keefe, but I like them. You can't see it, but there's another little shell at her feet.
And that is my accidental altar. Little bits and pieces of family and history and places that are important to me.
Glory, hallelujah! We have achieved internet! I went approximately 9 days, four hours without any kind of communication with the outside world. Please God, never again. It may have been the cold, dry air that I'm totally not used to anymore, but I choose to believe it was the lack of internet that has been causing this all over body itching. Hopefully it will go away now that I have unlimited access to all the LOLcats and porn a person could ever hope to consume. (Oh, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! I'm not kidding about the itching part.)
We've only met a couple of the neighbors so far. Next door we have two sisters, somewhere in their 60s I'd guess. There are raspberry bushes at the back of our property lines, and they brought us a jar of their homemade raspberry preserves. This stuff is good. As of breakfast this morning, the preserves are already gone. I'm hoping if we return their glass jar, they'll share again next year. Either that or Mom's going to have to take up making and canning preserves again, because this was way better than what you get at the store.
Last week I went to visit my new LYS. (Local Yarn Store. Not that the store is new, although I think it might be new-ish. More that I'm new to the local.) It's small but serviceable. But the best part is that they're friendly. The shop cat, George, came over to make friends before I'd had a chance to more than glance at my first shelf. (That was a bit bittersweet, because George looks a lot like my best friend's cat did about 10 years ago. Nico-kitty is getting up there, and his plumage is much less plumy these days. Plus they are a thousand miles away now, so not much chance to stop by and see them.) They have knit ins on Friday nights, so I'll probably go this week and check it out. Goodness knows I have plenty of knitting to do.
There's probably other stuff I meant to tell you, but it's late and I'm high on internet. G'night, all!
My recent posts have all been grumpy, angsty stress-fests, so I've decided to do another 10 Happy Things post.
1. I've picked out my parents' Christmas present! They love Cook's Illustrated, and they love the TV show America's Test Kitchen. Well they've come out with a cookbook, and Barnes & Noble has it for 50% off with a coupon through the end of next week. Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! $20 for a joint gift, plus a pair or two of hand knit socks for my dad, and Mom has been asking for some more hand knit face cloths made from Cotton Tots (which is really soft and cozy). The 'rents are done!
2. Glory, Hallelujah! Mom just came in and told me that everything is finally a go with the house! Closing is now set for Monday afternoon. Then we'll beat feet for Indiana, and close on the new house hopefully sometime late next week. Woo hoo!
3. Last night we went out for dinner and had a really good time. My uncle is here, helping us get packed up and ready to go. I've always liked him, but we've never lived close or visited much, so I don't know him very well. We laughed a lot last night, and I think it's the first time we've all really relaxed and enjoyed ourselves since he got here. Maybe now that things are getting settled with the move there will be more time for that.
4. Most of the packing got done yesterday, so even though a couple of movers are here again today finishing the dregs, it is much quieter. Yay! I'm sitting on my bed with my computer in my lap (I take that whole "laptop" thing seriously) and Mom walked by and said, "I keep forgetting you're in here-- you're so quiet." Quiet is good.
5. I also just found out that I will have a hotel room to myself this weekend. Bliss. The stress and noise and commotion has really had my hair standing on end the last couple of days. Plus, Shark Week should be starting any minute, and that always sends my Crohn's out of whack.
6. I love funny names for your period. Shark Week ('cause there's blood in the water), Aunt Flow, Commies in the Funhouse-- they all amuse me terribly.
7. I've read 395 books since January 1, 2007. That's when I starting keeping track in a cool little journal I got for being the last Cherry to cross the finish line of NaNo 2006. My goal for this year was to reach 400, and I will accomplish that easily. I may even get there before the end of this month. It just depends on how much reading time I get in the next few days.
8. The neighbor across the street cut my hair the other day. I hadn't had anything done to it since right before Christmas last year, and it was getting bad. She chopped off all the split ends and stuff, and now it's less scraggly and doesn't tangle as much. It still tangles. I think that's just the nature of curly hair. But it's much, much better.
9. I'm gearing up for NaNo next month. Last night I googled around until I found some numbers for how much I might make with stories at a couple of different publishers. Then I had a high old time crunching numbers for highly improbable scenarios, like whether or not I could pay all my medical bills and a few other small expenses if I sold a book every month all year long. It looks like I could, at some of the more popular epublishers, if I continue to live with my parents. Of course, the likelihood of me writing, polishing, and selling a book a month is not great. Even when my health was better and my brain was sharper that was unlikely. But it amused me to look at all of that. (I know. I'm weird. For many people these speculations would be depressing. For me, it's a what if.)
10. It's Thursday, and I still have internet! I know it's only because the move has been put off a couple of days, but it still makes me happy. I thought I'd be cut off from the world by now.
I'm not calling this a review because it's really more of a recommendation. Alien Revealed is hot, sexy fun. The scifi world that Cain has created is interesting, and I'm hoping this is the beginning of a series. I liked Alinna and I really like David. There's some bondage, not super intense, but just a heads up. I know it's not everyone's thing. My only gripe is that it starts a wee bit slow-- Alinna and David don't start interacting together until page 18, which is pretty far in when the story is only 112 pages long.
This is a Carina Press title and can be purchased from all the usual vendors. But I recommend if your reader can handle epub that you hightail it over to Kobo Books by the end of the day today. They've got a $2 coupon running this weekend, which makes this an absolute steal. The coupon code is "twodollars". Enjoy!
And just so we're clear, I don't work for Harlequin or Kobo, and I don't know Lilly Cain or any other Carina Press authors, as far as I know. I just enjoyed a good book and a good deal, and I thought you would, too.
I decided it's time for another Good Things post. I had a different, miserable post all ready to go, but I just couldn't put all that "I'm so tired, I'm so sore, I have so much to do" out into the universe one more time. I know the tag line for this blog ends with "and whining", but I feel like I've been taking that a little too seriously lately. In fact, I'm thinking that I want to change the name and the tag line of this blog. After the move. I can't take on one more thing, no matter how trivial right now. But if you think of something good, let me know! Sometime after Labor Day I should have time to think about it again.
Anyway, I was going to come up with a list of good things. I didn't promise ten this time because I don't want to strain my brain. So here, in no particular order, are all the good things I can think of.
I get to meet my best friend for lunch tomorrow and see the baby for one last time before I leave.
Another friend is coming on Thursday to help set up for my moving sale, where I will hopefully make scads of money.
My brother and his friend are flying down Friday a week to drive a truck load of my stuff up to Indiana to be stored until Mom and Dad sell the house and we all move west.
My brother's friend's birthday is that Friday, so there will be birthday cake!
In 11 days this whole fiasco will be over, and I'll be settling in for my first night in Massachusetts. Where my mommy will cook all my meals for me, and spoil my cat rotten, and I fully intend to sleep for a week straight.
When I finally wake up from my long summer's nap, it will be time for Lani/Lucy's Discovery class! Yay!
Next week Jennifer Crusie's new book, Maybe This Time, launches! Double yay! I already have it on pre-order for my Kindle, and my big plan is to start reading it on the plane.
Every time the title of Crusie's new book comes up, I think of the movie Connie and Carla, which is definitely a good thing!
So, it looks like I was able to come up with 8 good things without even trying. And I feel much better now that I did after writing that other post. When I start getting cranky again (and I guarantee I will), someone give me a sharp poke and remind me to do a good things list. Hopefully we'll all be happier for it.
Edit: And now one more good thing to add to the list. I just got an email from someone asking for more information about some of the items I listed for my moving sale! Cross your fingers that she wants them, folks!
