Sometimes I get to go out and have my picture taken with nice people who’ve read my book and sent me nice notes. It’s fun. It gets me off the farm. And that means I don’t have to wash the dogs.
But most of the time I get to sit at my desk, reading glasses falling off my face, watching Tug and Grundy mix it up with the moo cows and wondering how the heck I confused the deadlines on two different projects, why a simple headline eludes me, and if the age spot vanishing treatment I treated myself to will actually work on the butt-cheek size blotch on my face.
I doubt it. But if it should surprise me, I’m applying it to the pups. 😉