Final Word Count: July 28, 2011- another day of flowers and smilies (aka one one letter was added to my story); an entirely neglected journal as well.
Yesterday was a tough day. My presence was requested at a funeral and it was no question about me skipping out on my roommate at a time like that. It really put things into perspective and with the sober (but not depressing) atmosphere, I really didn’t feel like delving into my past because who knows what may come up.
I’ll be so glad when I’m relegated to world of pure fiction because this introspective baloney is tough business. I was joking with Mom the other day that I’m going to have to give this to the guy who wants to marry me and tell him “read this and if you still want to marry me after we can talk.” And I thought having a tiny 8 lb. girl dog was a great weeder-outer. Nothing says “I love you” like reading your life history and not run screaming from the room.
This weekend is going to be a flurry of writing, can’t you feel it in your bones? My fingers are already tingling with the anticipation of all the miles of keystrokes that are looming on the horizon. Wish me luck!
I’ve mentioned Yesterday enough, here’s a picture of the Furry Little Bum Cheeks with her stuffed Octopus, Burt.
Yesterday & Burt one Morning
Over the course of the year, I’m sure she’ll be featured more prominently in these posts. Until then, Yesterday, Burt and I wish you all a very lovely weekend and for all you Nova Scotians, Happy Natal Day!
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Hi Burt!
Very endearing photo of your little furball.
Good luck with the miles of keystrokes!
“Nothing says “I love you” like reading your life history and not run screaming from the room.” LOL!