I always know when I have a deadline on the very close horizon. Things I can usually ignore suddenly become chores of the utmost importance. Like cleaning out closets, tidying my office, organizing my recipe box. Yes, the recipe box. The second book in the witch series is due 9/1/11, and I'm way behind. But I know I can get it done. Rah, rah! (Any kind words of encouragement welcome!)
I've mentioned the need we have for an exterminator, right? The invading centipedes alone are worth it. Then the flying ants arrived. Lately, all's been well (knock wood), but there I was cleaning the kitchen last week when I saw something on the counter. It was a black lump just sitting there, taunting me. I was torn between thwapping it with a rolled up newspaper or running screaming from the room when I realized it wasn't moving. I moved in, armed with the paper. Huh. It was a dried up raisin that had fallen out of the toaster. We can just keep this story to ourselves, right?
The Broken Promise
I have a problem. I just can't stop buying books. I promised myself that I wouldn't buy any more until I finished at least ten that I already owned. Yeah, well. You can see where this is going. I've probably bought six books in the last two weeks. How many read? Oh, one. There are some promises that just shouldn't be made.
taken by Mr. W
Pop in later in the week for some vacation pics. Long overdue, I know. Did I mention I was on deadline???