I am a bad person. A failure as a wife.
Tomorrow my husband is going away for a week and I’m happily planning breakfasts of tacos and dinners of black cherries and chocolate ice cream.
Computer guts spread all over the office floor.
Coffee with a friend if I can dig one up. (Might have to, most of ’em have passed on.)
Rented movies guaranteed to make me cry.
And whatever other mischief I can get into.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Had to double-check. Just for a moment there, i thought you were me.
Susan – anytime you want to escape your homestead, come to NYC — it would be fun to meet you for a cup of java. 🙂
One of these days I’m gonna run away from home and for a month, travel around and meet all you blogger-friends. It seems that the ones that stick together for years have an awful lot in common.