Eating dinner at Waffle House (a story for a different day)
Daughter: I feel like I tell bad stories.
Me: You got it from me. I’m sorry.
Husband: If it’s any consolation, you do it better than mom does — but that’s not saying much.
So what I’m hearing is that I win. I never win anything. Once I won a pack of M&Ms — but not really. I was taking one of those first time home buyers classes. The chick next to me got an answer right and the guy doing the class threw her a bag of M&Ms. He was a bad aim and hit me right in the face. So I won.
It's been a year (and a few days) since I started my blog -- you know, that thing I didn't want to do but my husband said it would be great (insert eye roll). I've spent my last year doing things I can't even remember now (anyone else wondering what happened to their year?); adding lots of great ideas to my to-do list (I guess blogging didn't make the cut); doing more markets during my off season than I intended (not complaining); and, of course, making all the things.
Well, happy anniversary to my non blog and all those bad stories I haven't told yet.