Well...

Since I can't spam Janie's blog anymore, I guess I'll spam my own.
Today's disasters...in random order:

1. I spied an ant on my desk. Those of you (if there are any of you) who read my blog, will know that I have an ongoing hate/love relationship with the ants in my subdivision. (I hate them/they love me...apparently) Of course I got out my banned last little bit of diaza stuff and squirted all the windows down screaming at the top of my lungs...die you little buggars die. (The neighbors became quite alarmed but backed off immediately when I pointed my little spray nozzle in their direction)

2. I do not know if my little one has horseback riding lessons tomorrow because her instructor washed her cell phone with her laundry. I should try that trick, maybe then I won't have to answer it. She, of course, leaves me another number because she wants to know if we can change our time for lessons to later in the day. Say oh about 6:00 o'clock. I myself am wondering how safe it can be learning to ride a horse in the dark. Especially with the time change coming on. So anyway, I left her a message on her daughters phone like I was asked to do and did I get a call back? Do I know whether to show up tomorrow? No. I don't. Color me aggravated.

3. I'm plotting my YA book, story, novel, pile of crap, using Marshall's plan. I wanted to give it a go, and well I've been going all right. I ran my printer out of ink. Tried to re-fill it and managed only to get that inky stuff all over my hands. Thankfully, I did get enough copies made to finish my work for the night. Well, I finished early because I have no more sheets. How's that?

4. How come we can't make fillable outtable forms for these section sheets? I swear (as I said on Janie's blog) that I hope my writing hand does not stay in this claw like position forever. I look like "thing" or was it "hand" from the Adams Family except that I think "thing" or "hand" has more dexterity that I do at this point and he doesn't look like a spotted monstrosity.

5. I'm on my fourth week of not smoking. Yes, again. Hey, you gotta give a girl credit for trying. And all the members of my family, so far, are still alive and well. I must be getting better at this quitting thing. Ha! However, I am now on my last piece of Nicorette gum and am trying not to finish eating the sheetrock where Mia (my darling pet) left off.

6. Mia has now destroyed two relatively new pair of underwear. It would have been fine it they were my husbands. He doesn't mind the holes. Unfortunately I'm not keen on drafts myself. So in the garbage they went. I won't even discuss the sock situation again. Damn lint dragon. I wish he would go and haunt someone else's dryer. So I'll be off to buy underwear and socks for the family tomorrow. I was actually thinking that I may save some of them for Christmas presents. Everyone needs a gift that keeps on giving right? Who wants the jelly of the month club anyway?

7. Evidently someone hacked into GB.net. The site is okay. Thank GAWD. I mean what would I do in my spare time if I couldn't go drool over Gerard Butler? Girls, are you with me on this? Well, Janie is drooling over Clive, or Viggo but this is serious shit. (pardon the curse word) But they've got it all up and running again. What a horrible malicious thing to do. Good thing I don't know who did it or I would go after them with my little spray diazas stuff.

Well, I'm sure there is other stuff I could gripe about, but I won't bore you to tears with it. My hand is now actually uncurling, and I need to go finish a couple more of these mind bending section sheets. Mr. Marshall if you ever by some strange chance, like if the stars all line up one right after the other or something and you happen to read my blog, I really do love your process, I think it's going to work, which actually shocks the hell out of me. But it sure beats re-writting a book a three times. So I salute you.

P.S. Janie, please e-mail me when BellSouth decides to fix your email.