No. More. Pizza. *Ever*. Ted and I went to Bear Tooth and had pizza last night. I only had ONE PIECE, for pity’s sake. And yet from the hours of 3am to 6am, there was the Revenge Of The Pizza. I shall spare you the details. Suffice it to say we got up late today. -.- In more cheery news, there’s two inches of new snow on the ground! In less cheery news, Ted’s directions to the place his class was supposed to meet today were bad, and so instead…
HAH!
HAH! Real Live Preacher is publishing a book! I’m *thrilled*: the guy is a beautiful writer and I’ve been waiting since I started reading his blog to hear that he’d gotten a book deal. Hah! Go Preacher!
wow
Wow. I went to the chiro this morning, ’cause my back was being pretty awful earlier in the week, and I got all crunched and I feel a *whole* lot better, which is surprising to me, because I’d stopped hurting sometime Tuesday afternoon. But I really feel a *lot* better now. I feel like I could fly! Whoosh! WHOOOSH! Wheeee!
too sexy for my shirt
I’ve lost a pound and a half since last Friday. *beam* My spam filter caught my editor’s email (her last name is Hussey). *helpless laughter* Geni called! She’s doing REALLY WELL. *happy dance, happy dance*!
*beam*
I just had a wonderful conversation with Jessica Wulf, the contest coordinator for the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers, whom I called to tell that I’d sold my first book(s!) and who just glowed with happiness even over the phone. She’s a really *wonderful* woman, and it keeps stunning me to think, “Next year I won’t be able to submit to that contest!” When I went to the RMFW conference last year, the last thing she said to me, on the way out, was, “I hope you won’t be able to…