I need things to be a bit quieter so I can write – there’s not really a quiet place in my house. I guess that’s why last year I wrote at Caribou/Starbucks/wherever there was quiet.  I used to be able to write with the TV or music on but now I need quiet.

So unlike me. Does this mean I’m getting old? I remember my mom insisting on only one noisy thing at a time – TV or radio or whatever was fine, but only one at a time…and now even that seems to be too much.

I like to have my hair completely out of my face when I write -though people who know me in real life know that I spend an inordinate amount of time twisting it around my fingers, pulling it all to one side or the other, and just generally messing with it, when it’s time to get serious about working on something up it goes.  I am a genius with the messy bun. I see my daughter copying it.

That’s a whole other blog post!

Why is my face breaking out?

Am I ever going to get everything done before we leave for vacation? I guess if we run out of underwear we can wear our bathing suits – it is, after all, vacation!

5 days together, just us, no kids, no dogs, no work. Should be interesting.

So, something funny.  My husband was in Detroit for a conference or something with  his company. The conference was at a chain hotel, and each day they were provided with the lovely Hotel Continental Breakfast as well as the Fantastic Hotel Conference Lunch. One day, rather than serving chicken, someone had the bright idea to do a taco bar.

Indeed.  I know what you’re thinking, but the funny part hasn’t happened yet.

So, all the IT guys are standing around the taco bar and one of them comments that the sour cream is more beige than sour cream colored. So they stand there, a bit perplexed for a minute and my husband says well, you know, when I think Mexican, I think MARRIOTT!

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OK time to head to my other screen and get some words on “paper.”