In which there’s good news. We flew to DC last Thursday so I could see Amma. We had a very short layover in Milwaukee, then got to Reagan, walked to the hotel shuttle stand, and waited for the bus. Got to the hotel, went out to eat on a cute little street a few blocks […]
In which I’ve quit smoking! I started smoking at 16. I’m 47 now. That’s 31 years. I was down to smoking less than a pack a day, usually less than half a pack, but my lungs felt dry and tight. I was having difficulty breathing. Every morning, I decided not to smoke. Every evening I […]
In which I’m so boring I did laundry AND cleaned my room AND went to bed early last night. [dropcap]L[/dropcap]ast weekend was the first annual Walla Walla Guitar Festival. It was a raging success, especially considering this was its first year; we sold out and everything! I had a fantastic time, and seriously loved having […]
In which I write about a topic that is probably only interesting to me. I really dig smoking. A lot. But I’ve done a great deal of it, and for the past year or so it’s been becoming less and less fun. I’m a judgmental bitch, so let me inform you here and now that […]
In which I bought treeware. For my birthday, I quit smoking. On my lunch hour, instead of smoking I went into the bookstore and bought myself The Eyre Affair, a book I’ve been meaning to read since it came out eight years ago. I mean, what the hell, right? It is my birthday, after all, […]
