Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.
Did I mention I’m getting a camera? Supposedly it is “in the mail.” With apologies for the quality of the photos, I will post anyway, because my photo commentary is such a popular feature. And because I can phone it in.
HEY, I did an extra post Friday night. Back off with the pressure, dudes. 😉
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I kid you not, this elephant was inside the Refinery in India where Eric is working. INSIDE. While this may be interesting, it is no excuse for Eric to continue farting around over there. Get your butt on a plane honey, and head on home.
The unusual thing about Froggy (Jamnagar, India) is not that he was inside the lobby of the hotel (see marble floor beneath his toes), but that he stood up and walked on all four legs like a dog. Who knew there were frogs that don't hop?!? Wow! Someone warn him to stay away from my husband if he values his life...
Thanks to Eric for a goofy goggle pic. He may have been trying to destroy his pretty-boy rep in the blogosphere, but I think he failed, don't you? The plant he is visiting has 20,000 employees. Amaza-bar.
I surprised Eric with a "hey let's Just for Men your hair" suggestion on the day he left for India. Apparently I can't follow directions. Which of these 3 items did I fail to use? UGH.
Blowing Eric a kiss to send by email before I head into the Houston Writers' Guild conference/presentation of Manuscript awards. STRESSED. 🙂
Sami had on so much fuschia eyeliner when I picked her up from a 13-yr old birthday party that I thought she had pink eye. Three hours later, I bribed her with ice cream to celebrate my HWG win with me. Here she is, desperately fearful someone she knew would see her. My little PRECIOUS. *Snort*
Winning stuff: me likey.
I stopped at Jack in the Box for coffee. Oops. I blame PMS. But I do highly recommend the egg chorizo burrito, the eggnog shake, and the hashbrowns.
Can you see the words in the mirror? Hint: see title of this post. One of my all time fave pics. Cowboy the Mutant Lab and Jeb the World's Best Dog (may he rest in peace).
I’m gearing up for a big writing week. On tap: Going for Kona and the Clark Chronicles. Oh yeah.
Peace and joy,
p.s. Eric returns next weekend. That leaves me six days to undo the last 36 hours of power eating. If I eat nothing between now and then, my calorie count for the two-week period of his trip will equal my goal.
And I’ll pass out with my hands over the keys.
Where I’ll drool and short out my motherboard.
Which will in turn destroy my fledgling writing career.
That will throw me into a deep depression.
I will become unbearable and Eric will leave me.
Holy crap. I’d better go get something to eat!