My world is suddenly all about RT, pretty much all the time. My husband gets that glazed look in his eyes when I start talking about bookmarks and tassles and costumes and shoes. Of course he’s got to hold down the fort while I’m gone so he’s got his own stress to deal with.
I finally ordered a costume for the Moulin Rouge party today. I know. I was going as the green fairy but I couldn’t find a costume that wouldn’t show a third of my ass and/or make me feel too old or slutty. So I went with a dancer/saloon girl type thing and hopefully I won’t feel old, slutty or like a heifer in it.
My front room is awash with promo crap, suitcases, shoes and other stuff. My husband just looks at it and then me and sighs. He’s the best, LOL! I’m taking 8 pairs of shoes, this is wrong on so many levels but I’m doing it anyway.
I’m getting a lot of writing done too, which is whee! Megan’s crit makes me laugh because it’s wicked helpful but it’s so imbued with her personality (stuff like, “whee!” and “guh!” in the margins).
Let’s see if I can keep my weight level this week shall we? Stress and time pressures can lead to bad eating habits but I want to save that for RT, LOL.
Right-O – gotta go for now. Who else will be at RT next week?