A writer that doesn't....write?

That's me.

Hello again old chum. The world is not really all that hectic. I'd love to lie and complain about how much I have to do and how much time I don't have but that would indeed be a lie. Though, I have started school and have started a second book, I am not that busy. I find that I have a lot of idle time when kids are off playing with electrical sockets or something. I just haven't been wordy...I'll come to post but then end up erasing everything I type.

It's like that sometimes, I suppose.

I have nothing earth shattering to share. My A-Team is growing up. I went on vacation for a few days with friends and A1 told me she had forgotten what I looked like and that I needed to come home. Ironicly, when I came home she looked different. As if she had grown older in four days. She's changed. Thank goodness the tubes are tied or I might have been overwhelmed with grief and tried to make another baby to replace the one I'm losing. I need to keep a bank statement under the sheets so when I get that feeling I'll be faced with reality before the ugly bumping starts. I love that saying..bumping uglies. Cracks me up.

Speaking of cracking up, my skin is cracking. I got a sunburn in Savannah and now I'm a peeling mess. So in case you were wondering, yes, black people do sun burn.

I'm supposed to be reading about the death penalty for ethics class....I better get on that.

Sorry that my comeback was boring, I'll try harder to muster up some drama for tomorrow or something. Maybe I'll have an affair after class so I have something juicy to tell you in the morning. I'll work on it.