I'm feeling guilty about the dearth of posts with my name under them.
But really, it shouldn't be too surprising because I live a boring life - one of those nine to five sort of gals, except I'm 6:30 to 3:30. I stagger home, look longingly at the bed, feed the man, clean dishes, clean me and hit the sack at a digustingly early hour.
On top of that, I'm really just a shy, timid, quiet little thing. (Couple of lies in that sentence, see if you can pick them out.) Really. I am. I'm one of those folks who does a lot of listening, or I did before I met Lori.
I never would have believed I could talk an hour on the phone. Sometimes even more. I never used the phone except to find out specific things like 'what time do you close?'. Now I get diarrhea of the mouth regularly.
There is nothing better than having a friend who has the same interests you do. I don't know that I'd still be writing if not for Lori. No one around here cares, not my work mates, not my husband. Don't mean for that to sound pitiful, it's just a fact. My sons do their best but wrinkle their noses at the romance label, lol.
So Lori and I talk and encourage each other and somehow we stumble along. I think we've done pretty good for two old farts and by the way, Lori, when's our new banner going to be ready? Hmmmm?