Why I can't be friends with Mondays
First of all, my phone died. As in even Apple can't fix it. Which means I need to spend the day driving the hour and a half to the closest Apple store to stand in line forever. Apple and I are not friends right now.
Second of all, I'm back from the LA event and heading to Austin for another reader event on Thursday. If you live anywhere near Austin, please come out and see me! (starts at 7pm, deets on my appearances tab above). This means another flight. The last flight was bumpy and the guy in front of us had gas. Like BAD gas.
Me and planes are not friends right now.
Third of all, my yoga pants are too snug. Now granted, I do not do yoga but hey. It seems like it should be really hard to make yoga pants get tight.
Me and stretch pants are not friends right now.
Maybe I just need a nap. Or cookies. But if I nap, I'll miss my Apple appointment and if I eat cookies, my yoga pants aren't going to ever be friends with me again. So I think I'll just go write my book. I'm doing some finishing touches on Spence's story from Heartbreaker Bay (CHASING CHRISTMAS EVE). Anyone out there looking forward to reading that one? I sure hope so because now THAT would help make my @#$!# Monday.