Just when I go to bragging that the hardest part of my workday is getting out of bed, I have a hard day at work and get forced in to work today -- the first of my two days off. Karma strikes again, I guess. The oldest, most decrepit machine at the Ol' Post Office decided to kick up its legs and fall over dead, so I have been getting all greasy and dirty trying to get it back up and running.
HEY, DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHERE THIS WIRE GOES?
What else is new? Not much. Plundered Booty the novel is up to nearly sixteen thousand words. I have not added a single word to my other novel in progress in over a month, so maybe that means I'm officially only writing one novel now. Hope you're happy Debbie.
The name the new Tuesday blog is going well. Gotta say Tuesdays with Travis, the suggestion brought by Mr. Shife is the leader right now, but Cher has her eye on the prize and she has come up with some good ones as well.
Friday and Saturday(I talked my boss into an extra day off for making me work today) me and the family are taking a quick trip over to Albuquerque so I can fulfill my promise to take them to the zoo and aquarium.
I'll leave you with this thought presented to me by a coworker. Used to be, all hurricanes given feminine names. Now days we get Dean and others with masculine names. Does this make them himacanes instead of hurricanes?