shopping used to be fun

We have a wedding this weekend and I’m still wearing the same tired, uninspiring ensembles from 1998. Maybe they’re not that old. Or maybe they’re even older. So this morning I dragged the kids to go dress and shoe shopping. Isn’t that a fantastic idea? I like to live the adventure of waiting until the very last minute to shop for things I must try on, that I must buy, because without these sparkling purchases, I’d be the one wallowing the wedding away in clothes even pre-possessed, oops I mean pre-styled Katie Holmes wouldn’t wear.

things that make the heart beat faster

While I was stuffing sandy sheets into the Maytag this morning, my elderly upstairs neighbor admitted to me that the reason she stays in the laundry room while her clothing spins is because she has a bad heart. She thought I must be asking myself this question, that I was judging her. It's heartbreaking. I do this myself. I could list you thousands of examples, but don't want to travel down that road at the moment.

tomo aragato mr. ups man

I just received an auspicious package...the Japanese version of my novel, Star Craving Mad. Wild. I hope they like it. I had the feeling it would be neat-o looking. I like this cover very much and look, there are my words translated into a language I can't even begin to comprehend. It's so small and cute, like my children. I hope Harajuku girls like it and tell Gwen Stefani all about it. Maybe she can get her assistant to track down an American copy and read it on her tour bus, laugh out loud and clutch it to her toned taut chest, moaning softly about how it's the most B-A-N-A-N-A-S book she's ever read. Maybe I will write another novel someday. I got so giddy upon receiving this package that I feel inspired. Hamish suggested I write a book about two little girls named Dolly and May. Maybe I will, Hame, maybe I will. I look forward to the adventure of it all.