I got nothing today. I’m just trying to work this week and am super boring.

Although yesterday, I talked myself into running into the grocery store (to buy some fruit) on the way home from the gym.

So let’s recap. I did 3 miles on the treadmill, and spent another twenty minutes lifting weights. I looked BAD.  My hair is sweaty and frizzy, I’m wearing my gym clothes and I don’t have any make-up on.

I got a lot of WTF looks from people as I bought my two bananas and one apple.  The whole three embarrassing minutes in there, I’m thinking: This is not only a bad decision, but KARMA because I made a comment or two (to Wizard) about people who go to the grocery store wearing their pajamas, and without a visit to their hair brush first.

Maybe next time a see a bed head in pajamas in the store, I’ll have a little more compassion.

So am I the only one who is getting visits from KARMA?

I got to see Bailey Dog yesterday! We went to a BBQ, then we stopped by to visit Bailey ( and my oldest son).  When we were leaving, my son told Bailey to go in his kennel while he walked us out.

Normally, Bailey hears “kennel” and will go right in.  But yesterday he was running and hiding between my ankles. So funny! I wanted to pick him up and hug him because obviously he wanted to go home with me.

Sadly,  I couldn’t undermine my son’s authority.

But how can I not love that dog?

Then Wizard and I went home, and I was STARVING.  And, maybe, perhaps, possibly,  I whined about being hungry. I was so hungry I didn’t care about Weight Watchers, Points, Jeans or anything but food.  I normally don’t really even care much for fast food and rarely eat it, but Wizard took one look at me rummaging through cupboards and muttering, then grabbed his car keys and wallet and said, “I’ll get you Kentucky Fried Chicken, and left.

I heard the car squeal out of the garage he was in such a hurry.  I must have looked scary hungry.

But then he called me, “How bad do you want KFC?”

“Why?” I snarled asked nicely.

He named the price. Evidently they had jacked it significantly. Frankly, I’d have paid double, but I said,  “Fine, I’ll eat something at home.”

“Screw KFC. I know  place I can get you two chicken tacos you’ll love,” Wizard answered and hung up.

He came home with the promised tacos.  They were delicious, and even better? The ice cream with chocolate sauce and a few chocolate chips we ate an hour later.

And today, I am getting my overstuffed butt to the gym! But damn, it’s good to splurge once in a while. Wizard was there in my hour of need, so I guess I owe him. Shhh, don’t tell him I admitted that!

How was your weekend?

My desk chair keeps sinking.

I keep fixing it, and “locking” it into place.

An hour later, I suddenly realize I’ve sunk again.

Do you think Wizard is doing this? Or is this the Universe telling me I need to lose more weight?

Oh wait, I know–my latte maker put the chair up to this.  I scolded my latte maker into working again (Told you, Wizard–yelling at appliances does too work!) And the latte maker talked my chair playing this maddening little game with me.

Any ideas how to make my chair behave?

Yesterday was…well…let’s see:

I got up and found a rat in the pool. With the long tail. UGH!!!

I couldn’t deal with the rat, so I went to the gym and just narrowly avoided an accident with clueless driver.

I came home and had to deal with the rat UGH! So disgusting and the tail! When the kids were little, there was a school rat named Sunny. A cute little white rat. She liked to steal pencils. I liked her enough to let the kids bring her home over Christmas break. I even put her on my shoulder and walked around with her. But a big black rat in my pool is disgusting and EWWW!!! But I took care of it because I didn’t want Wizard to have to deal with it when he got home after working all day.

(You so owe me Wizard!!!)

Then I realized that I had thrown away a $20.00 coupon two days ago. So…I got to dig through the trash to find it. Evidently, $20.00 is the price to get me to dig through the trash. I’m not proud of it, but I have the coupon and plan to use it to buy another pair of jeans. (Don’t even think of touching my coupon, Wizard!!!)

Then I took a shower and decided to make myself a latter. But my latte maker refused the steam the milk.  I may have yelled at the machine.

I think it flipped me off, but I can’t prove it.  (Yes Wizard, I was talking to the appliances again, what’s your point?)

And that was only 11:00 A.M.  I swear I don’t make this stuff up.  The good news is that I think I survived the day. The bad news is that I didn’t get much time to work.

Now it’s your turn! Anything you want share (0r confess) about your last ridiculously bad day?

I’m feeling much better!

Saturday morning I realized that I had to get new jeans. My old ones are just not fitting, but I’ve been afraid to buy new jeans, like I’ll somehow jinx myself and suddenly gain back the weight I’ve lost.

But I decided to be brave.  So I went to the store,  picked up  a few pairs, and went into shock when I found a pair that fit.  A full size smaller than I was.  In skinny jeans! I was so surprised I tried on more jeans in that size to be sure.  I bought two pairs, rushed home and told Wizard.

He grins, and says, “Let’s go out tonight to celebrate! I’ll take you to steak and lobster.”

Um, yeah, I know–eating to celebrating is part of the reason I gained in the first place, LOL!

So later, I put on my jeans and said, “Hey Wizard, take a picture of me in my new jeans in case I can never wear them again. Because I’m STILL not believing it. I want a record. He snaps a few pictures with my camera, and we go off we went to dinner.

That night, I loaded the pics onto my computer and noticed that Wizard entirely missed the point. Do you see my jeans here?

No! Wizard entirely missed the whole point of the picture! I told him that, and he looked surprised. “Oh you wanted a full body shot?”

Sigh…men just don’t understand!

How was your weekend?

I feel like a slug. I’m trying to get started on my agent’s suggested revisions of my proposal, but nothing is happening.

Okay, that’s a lie. A lot is happening IN MY HEAD where it all needs to happen before it goes onto the page.  Yet it makes me restless and cranky when I’m not seeing any proof of my work.

Crap, now I sound like a math teacher telling students to “show their work.” Which makes me think, it’s a good thing readers never demand to “see the work” that goes on behind the scenes of a book.  I usually have folders, a notebook, computer files and random pieces of paper that would make zero sense to anyone but me.

In fact, back when I was writing SINFUL MAGIC, Wizard was doing something at my desk, when he found a sheet of paper.  Since my office is in the room that’s supposed to be the formal dining room, I could see him from the kitchen when he swiveled around in the chair and looked at me.  “What is this?”

I look at the item in his hand. “Looks like a sheet of paper, Wizard.” Seriously, them man has multiple degrees, you’d think he know what paper looks like.

“Funny. What I mean is when did you start writing poetry?”

I blinked. Me? Poetry? Was he drunk? Then I realized what he was holidng and said, “It’s not poetry, it’s Dyfyr’s story.”

The blank look on his face was priceless. “Whats’ a Dyfyr?”

I’m totally amused now. “He’s a dragon. He lived centuries ago, and now he’s waking. Of all the things I’m unsure of in this book, Dyfyr is the one absolutely thing I am sure of.”

Wizard carefully put the sheet of paper down where he found it, then he got up, came into the kitchen and poured a couple glasses of wine and then handed me one. “You are scary, Witch.”

“Your fault for looking through my work.”

He lifted his wine glass. “Touche.”

Which is why I really don’t think anyone really wants me to “show my work” that leads up to the actual book.

Got any random musings to share today?

The highlight of my weekend was Saturday when I went to my local RWA chapter meeting, and had a good time seeing old friends!

The low point? Going into a closing Borders. It was a ghost town, they were even selling the bookcases. Only a few shelves had any books left, and they were clearly the very last of the stock. The employees all wore pinched, defeated expressions.  It was so utterly sad.

The emotional point were the 911 shows Wizard and I watched on the History channel.  We made a point of turning it off and doing other things a few times–it’s just too emotionally wrenching to see it over and over.

And lastly, I heard from my agent on Friday. I’ll be revising the big proposal substantially. Her insights were dead on,  so I’m going to work hard to get it right.

How was your weekend?