Don’t Get It Right, Get It Written

Don’t Get It Right, Get It Written

Don’t Get It Right, Get It Written

Writing fiction this weekend. Wish me luck. Have a good Saturday and Sunday, y’all.

love,

wm

It’s 12:30 a.m., Friday morning, and yesterday (Thursday) was not that much fun. Lord, how I longed for it to be a fun day, but it was just work work and no fun for you, Wacky Mommy, you reckless slut. Hope you enjoyed your free time while it lasted, girl, cuz it’s gone.

So don’t expect anything from me today, peoples. Go read the archives and find some recipes or something. Or you could leave me a note. I like notes.

xxox

wm

Reviewed today, in three seconds flat:

Why am I doing three-second book reviews? Because I haven’t written any fiction in, I don’t know, all week?? Most of break? I need to write, Internets. (more…)

Dooce got a dog for Christmas. A DOG! Jon got her a dog. Hockey God did not get me a dog, even though I requested a dog, like, seventy-five or ninety times.

I need a dog, doggone it. I already have a bed for it.

Dear Thirteeners and Usual Suspects,

There is nothing that screams HAPPY NEW YEAR’S to me like going shopping. Do you have a special, intimate relationship with Costco? Sam’s Club? Whatever you have, wherever you are? (more…)

My pie would be called The-Why-Doesn’t-BlogHerAds-ever-ever-ever-
include-me-in-links-anymore-do-I-say-the-word-
fuck-too-much Pie

Alternately:

Love-Love-Love-No-Arguing-With-Assclowns-on-the-
Internet-Day-Only-Full-of-Love Pie

I would like to remind everyone, especially me, myself and I, that today is NAWACOTID. Woot!

(No, the site still isn’t up and running; we’re building it, though.)

love,

WM

We are doing an amazing amount of nothing around here. All we have planned for the day is watching the Sabres play the Penguins (edited to say: Penguins lost. Sorry, Gaustad) and we will make Hoppin’ John and devour it. We stayed up late with the kids last night, banged pots and pans, then crashed, crashed, crashed. I slept until 11:30 this morning. What??? It’s true.

How ’bout you?

love,

WM

Would you like to read the guest post I just wrote for MetBlogs? I thought so.

Love,

WM

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