This is the point where my husband will throw up his hands and say, “You want to know why you’re going to naturopaths and gulping down awful homeopathic tonics and food charting and a half dozen other things to stop-gap your body falling apart? It’s because you keep signing up for these sorts of things!”
That’s right, guys. It’s almost November. Almost NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). One post a day for a month.
He forgets I do that – practically – anyway.
He also doesn’t know I passed on NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). 50,000 word goal by months end. Then I would have the tweetie birds circling over my corpse.
Befriend me here!
Who’s in?
