So, Here’s My Scoop
Married. And to the cutest boy in the world, at that. He’s a sheriff’s deputy so that automatically makes me know everything about how to avoid the law.
And I have a daughter. She’s a delight. And she’s a teenager. Whoa. Sometimes I pray to die a quick death. Usually when I look in her teenager-y room.
They both do the best they can to tolerate me.
The older I get, the more I think the world should do it my way. Or at least those around me should.
I write like I talk. I sometimes make up my own words. I’m giving you the real me.
And, you can bet if we were sitting together over coffee (oh, who am I kidding…we’d be having wine) what you read is exactly what I’d be saying to you then and how I’d be saying it.
Just over wine, it’d be with a lot more hand motions. And giggles. And probably hiccups.
And lots of southern twang.
I believe in God, high heels and lipgloss. No woman should be without any of these.
I can be found over-stepping my boundaries pretty regularly on Facebook.
Or if you wanna go one-on-one in a non-creepy way:
I’d love to hear from you. Really. And I’m not just saying that.
OK. Maybe I am.