So, I told my hubby very sweetly, on Father's Day after wonderful Sushi dinner that I wanted him to cough up some money to hire some for article writing....Well, that did not go very well.  Some people just know my lazy tendency too darn well.  Why not try to write one myself? I was perfectly smart when he met me with tons of sense of humor.  Ok, that is a noble idea, like I have not been trying.  I was horrified that he even offered to edit my writing ( he, unlike me, is very well educated).  So, I told him about my ideas, and he actually thought those might stick, so guess what.  I am stuck.  I will be busy writing something.... Hello, work, here I come!  He is not convinced that people can make a living doing IM, so Hello, work, here I come!  He knows I have always been a dreamer.  Hello, work, here I come! 

By the way, even my child is ahead of me.  She found Zazzle and opened up her own store (she likes drawing and designing).  I found that out because anyone under 13 needs parent's permission to do anything with Zazzle.  This is a very good day and a bad day... going through mommy self-worth crisis because everyone else is too efficient.  Needed my scotch and now I am going to sleep.   

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