Wine is the Key
What I know
for sure:
A child or a
chicken will get sick the day before I leave for a trip. Especially the “getaway”
trips.
I am most
productive when there’s no time for anything. When I have time set aside to
work, I find anything else but work to fill that time.
I am afraid
of very few things, but well-dressed, rich French women are among them.
Sometimes I
wonder if it’s too early to have that glass of wine.
Sometimes I
have it anyway.
Fish and
chips wrapped in newspaper is the food of the Gods.
French fries
in Amsterdam taste better with mayonnaise.
Everything
tastes better with bacon.
Sometimes
all you need is a perfect pair of shoes.
You can’t go
wrong with leopard print.
Writers love
reading, but hate writing. We write so we have something to read.
My best
friends are the ones who read and drink like me. Even better if our kids are
friends too.
There are
few things more frustrating than chickens who hide their eggs.
I rarely
crave a salad.
When I was
nine, my favorite weekends were spent reading until 2am and then waking up to
finish the book. They still are.
“Truth or
Dare” is overrated. “I Never” is not.
The best
movie quotes are from The Princess Bride.
Val Kilmer
in “Real Genius.” Christian Slater in “Pump up the Volume.” Yeah, seriously.
Huge
Actorman in anything.
The volleyball
scene is 40 minutes into “Top Gun.”
Tom Cruise
has weird shoulders.
Patrick
Rothfuss is a genius.
My kids love
it when I read his blog posts out loud. Especially the inappropriate words.
Apparently
seventy is the new forty. Just ask our mothers.
Guilt is
overrated. Except when it’s the reason you stayed home from the trip, and the
other child got the fever from his brother. Or the chicken died.
Very little
can repay the friend who packs your dead chicken in ice on Saturday so she can
UPS it to the lab on Monday.
But it can
be done.
And wine is
the key.