Which is why I'm rewriting it as we speak.
I just indulged in a few warm chocolate chip cookies (Pillsbury, of course - I'm too lazy to buy everything and make true homemade cookies anymore).
My two muses (the dogs) are lounging beside me, hubby's upstairs putting together an entertainment center and my daughter's canopy for her bed, and the dishes are done. So why not write? What could be better on a Friday night?
I can remember when Friday night was party night. Even when we were first married, hubby and I went out on the weekends.
Not anymore. We went out with friends last weekend, so we'll be good for another month. *grin* I'd much rather indulge in a good writing session than a loud, noisy bar.
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