At dinner last night, Wizard said, “June is nearly over.”
Freaking out, I said, “I can’t talk about it. I’m screwed.”
“Seriously? I’ve been at work all day. I’m going to need more details on how you got screwed.”
“Shut up.” Don’t judge me, I panicking. You really don’t want to know how incredibly stupid my process is. It involves writing frantically and then cutting it all into a delete file until I flood my brain and body with so much fight-or-flight adrenaline, the story breaks loose. My process sucks.
Wizard is amused now, realizing that I’m even more panicked than he is (he’s under a lot of pressure at work too) He smirked and whispered, “The month is nearly over.”
I lost it. “Stop it! Or I swear to you I will never, ever make you a cheesecake again. Ever. Next Father’s Day I will make you Brussels sprout pie and make you eat it.”
He sat back in his chair, crossed his arm and pouted like a two-year-old. But he didn’t say another word. Score for me! Then he went to the gym, the big baby.
In other news, I went to my RA doc and he’s helping me with the headaches and other issues. Again all boring stuff but at least the headaches are better. I’m really grateful for that.
This weekend, I’m going to dress shopping! I made actual plans with a friend for Sunday so I have to show up. I’ll let you all know how it goes!
Do you have any weekend plans?
And FYI you can listen here to the very casual radio chat I did with Renee from Canned Laughter and Coffee.