Ah! So much to say and so little time to do it. I am trying to write in the comfort of my built-into-the-wall desk in my apartment while the television from my Mom's room blares on. That's right you heard me! My mom is in the other room. She lives with me. Many times I get asked, "What is that like? Living with your mother?" My answer is simple...It's like living with a giant child that is potty trained and ready to take over the living room. Or in my case the house. I don't mind it though. OK Yes I do but it's my Mom. Don't think I haven't threatened to send her to Shady Pines. And yes my friends, there is a Shady Pines. In fact there are two in the US; one in Kentucky and one in Wisconsin. Cold places for a mean cold mommy to go. I'm just kidding. In all seriousness, I have to get this done because my quiet time is running short. I have a husband on his way home from a long day at work and I have yet to work on my book. Plus, I have to work tomorrow! Argh! the injustice of it all. I shall retire to a nice bath and a hot cup of tea. Until we meet again...