So you’re in the loop:
Major ate a plastic spatula Thursday night. It’s finally coming out. Of both ends.
Jeremy has cornered the market on world news now that he listens to the Christian radio station each morning. As I pour my first cup of coffee, he gives me all the updates. Today I was told we shouldn’t buy beef from California, Texas, Illinois, or Arkansas because the meat has a disease in it. Now you all know.
My first short story is due today. I’m all kinds of nervous about submitting it.
It’s supposed to snow this week. Old Man Winter can suck it.
Chuck gets home this week after a long time of being away. Words cannot express.
I’ve tried watching some of the Olympics in the evenings, but I’m distracted by Sochi’s overpopulation of stray dogs and Bob Costas’ pink eye. The is the first time in my life that the Olympics are on and I’m like, “Eh.”
And finally, I discovered that two of my photos from Charleston and the Isle of Palms have been shared more than 700 times on Pinterest. Neato!
