Confession: I’m a reluctant townie. I lived in the same town my entire life, not even moving away for college*. Even though I have moved four times, it was only to another section of town. That I might be permanently stuck here hasn’t escaped my notice, but living here is convenient and familiar**. Not to mention filled with things that
Today was going to be about life after NaNoWriMo, but my attention span is short and this just couldn’t wait. People are hip-deep into holiday shopping for family, friends, and the random client that spent a butt-load of cash with your company in the past year. Shopping for the acquaintance/client is usually the hardest AND easiest person to shop for.
As I said on Monday, one of the besties is having her second child this month. The baby came into the world last night. That’s great. What does this have to do with zombies?I knew you were going to ask that. See, I was window-shopping for baby clothes*… And found these! All can be purchased at My Baby Rocks. Miranda
Image courtesy of Zappos.com I got new shoes this past weekend. They’re not for summer, but they were a buck. How can anyone pass down shoes for a dollar, especially when they’re Rocket Dogs? No one.* With my awesome shoe find still in recent memory, I’ll confess that I love shoes and own way more than I wear. DSW and
Like most writers, I’m a bibliophile. And like most bibliophiles, I spend a lot of free time where all things books lie. The place I haunted with the highest frequency was the now-defunct B Dalton in the mall with the Dunkin. The bookstore wasn’t large. It was the size of a shoe store, actually. But it carried most new releases