And so, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’ve yet again reclaimed my corner of the home office. Cozy with my Tiffany lamp, my butterfly print, and um, a giant filing cabinet. For real, though. I meant to write yesterday, but we had to go pick up Neil’s new old man glasses. For real. Varifocals. He recently went for an eye test, and they explained his declining vision by saying, ‘That’s OK. It happens when you get…
If we were having coffee, and catching up on blog news, I’d tell you Sonia at Losing The Plot won the recent blog promo video giveaway. And Christine at I’m Sick and So Are You, in her infinite wisdom, has come up with 5 Reasons You Shouldn’t Read Gin & Lemonade. Do you think sarcasm is the highest form of flattery? Please say yes. Because then we can be friends. In real life, the fam and I took a week-long…
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I need to get my shit together. How about you? If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I had space in the office for 5 minutes, and now I’m back to the kitchen. I’m here surrounded by markers and Bunchems (here’s Isla’s interpretation of me), and my business cards. There’s also tape, screen cleaner, and a scary plastic tiger peering at me from the edge of the table. This week, I…
