What’s Jack up to? Jack is happy and chilling after his birthday party weekend. Well, not really a party, he is a dog after all and I’m not crazy. At least not THAT crazy.
Yep! Wild Jack turned 2 (or is it 14? I just don’t get the whole dog years thing) on Saturday. Thanks for adding just a bit more more nuttiness to my already heavily topped sundae of a life, Jack.
I’m back from a fun filled and super inspirational weekend at the New Jersey Romance Writers conference. I’m exhausted, but feel the need to go to the gym and see if my membership is actually still any good thanks to Mel and this cool new blog she’s starting called FatChicksRunning. Now I refuse to out myself as a Fat Chick, but really who am I fooling? Like Mel, I’m a woman of a certain age who doesn’t want to be a certain size anymore and it’s time to do something about that. So I’m off. Hmm… Now which way was that gym?
More on the conference soon. So much to talk about. So many smart women. So much work I need to do. Eek!