It's a special day. A week from today I get to see my friends at the ACFW conference. IT's been years since the four of us were together. I think the last time we took the pictures for our blog -- and I'm not going to even say that I think about what size I was then, and how I'm not that size now. No, why would I relinquish those kinds of secrets? The important thing is Colleen has lost enough weight for all of us put together, so we can get together now without cause for eating alarm. D, this is your cue that it's all right to bring truffles. I'll eat Colleen's if she's abstaining.
I've turned in all my current books/edits and it's onto the next things, so I get to brainstorm with my girls. I get to not hear Mom 400 times a day for five days and I get to spend my DSW gift certificate I got for my birthday. So you see, a good day!
When I can see the bottom of my desk, that it's actual wood, that makes me feel good. What's your measure of a good day?
"She's Out of Control" in German.