As of about 5 minutes ago this is the view I saw from my deck as I waited for the microwave to heat my breakfast-- General Tso's chicken which was leftover from last night's Hunan takeout feast...
But will I get to enjoy this lovely day? Probably not. And most of it is my fault. I place an emphasis on most. The part that is not my fault is that a few co-workers decided to play martyr and show up to work despite sporting raging fevers. They generously slung snot throughout the office. I was tagged by their infection and I am not having very good thoughts about them at the moment...
The part that is my fault is that I have done everything I can possibly do to not write this really big and important story. It is my fault because I volunteered to write this really big and important story a month ago knowing full well that I don't enjoy writing. I am a photographer--not a writer, dammit. Now, this really big and important story is due--yesterday. And what am I doing...blogging and eating General Tso's chicken, of course. I've got all the pieces put on the page, but the really big and important story is just not happening for me. I'm pathetic...
But to share with you an important happening this week: My eldest went shoe shopping all by herself, and with her own money, came home with the most adorable black pumps! This is big, people. Really big. It means she is willing to wear something other than Rainbows, flip-flops, Birk's or sneakers.
So, now while I sit at my computer, occasionally bang my head over the keyboard, blow my nose, and stare helplessly at the monitor, why don't you go visit my kin, Hillbilly, Please. No, we probably aren't related, but in these hills ya jes never know...
