With all the changed flights and airlines and the fact my wedding gear was in my bag, what were the odds something would go wrong?
Well, I'm making progress. I'm not in the right country, but at least I'm on the right continent.
How are things going? Well, at least we didn't crash.
Traveling isn't bad when things go smoothly. Of course, it's not going smoothly.
Well, I'm about to head off into the wild blue yonder (if the Houseguest doesn't kill me for printing my ticket at 11pm — she's got the hearing of a bat).
Just reworked this short story I wrote a while back but never really shared. Feel free to critique and let me know what works or doesn't in your opinion.
So, I bitched at WordPress about my dumb Business plan preventing reblogging. So, I just heard back from a Happiness Engineer.
Heads up. I'll be bitching a lot in this post.
Idealizing someone does no one any favors when you refuse to acknowledge another's true nature. (More free verse)
With the Houseguest sick again, I'm considering locking myself in my Man Cave with a can of Lysol.