I miss writing. I miss trying to be funny.
But I worry that writing about how much wine I drink, my addiction to Tom and my obsession with shoes might paint me in an un-hirable light.
I do want you to know that I miss you, dear reader, and I'm constantly thinking of things that I should tell you. Like how I may stop shopping at Sears because every time I go in there I get acosted by someone trying sell me home repair service and, the last time, when I told them I've already signed up for that but my husband was not happy with me because he refuses to use Sears, the woman said "Well, you don't have to tell your husband."
Way to sell it, babe.
Or how we've just gone through our two weeks of summer (i.e. temps over 80 degrees) and I am now ready for fall and owls and Christmas!
Or that I have this new fixation with owls.
Once I start a Real Job and am officially hired on, I will write once again! There are a couple of prospects on the horizon, so it shouldn't be long now. You know I just HAVE share the holidays with you!
Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait.
I will update you again soon, promise. The we can get back in the swing of things.