She can't find her....meatballs?

I'm still pounding away at the keyboard, working on what Anne LaMott calls the "shi##y first draft." But I  stopped long enough to share an amusing conversation I had with an adorable, pudgy little round-faced first grader today...

Me: Hey Andrew, how was your weekend?

Andrew: Good.

Me: What'd you do?

Andrew: I don't member.

Me: I went out to dinner with my husband for my favorite food; spaghetti and meatballs. It was delicious.

Andrew: My mom don't got that. She keeps lookin' everywhere, but she can't find one.

Me (a bit perplexed): She can't find meatballs?

Andrew: Nope. Husbands. She keeps lookin' but they're hard to find.

Me: That's true Andrew. Guess you'll just have to be the man of the house.

Andrew: I'm not a man. I'm only six!

Silly me!

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Roses in November

Receiving a bouquet of roses in November is a luxury.

Like taking a bubble-bath with fancy soaps.

Like reading an entire novel on a rainy afternoon.

Like the feeling you get when you know that you are loved...

 

 

 

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A Brief Message from our Sponsor...

If you've been by and are wondering where did she go...just an update that I am knee deep into nanowrimo.com. It's national novel writing month. The goal is 50k words in the month of November.
I'm a little behind on my goal...as of today I've logged about 9000 words or so. But my novel is progressing nicely.

I'll be back in December!