We had a discussion in the office the other day about morning conversations. I’m incapable of them. If BW tells me something in the morning, it’s lost on me. Case in point, I texted him to tell him I got more money in my paycheck because of Trump. Which almost made me like the guy (Trump). Almost. To which BW replied he’d already told me to expect it earlier that morning. Now, in my defense, I don’t follow the news. Nine times out of ten it just makes me sad and ruins my litt

BW and I had a little tiff first thing this morning. Naturally, I was right, he was wrong. He claims he told me one thing, I know I heard another. He says that I never listen, I say his communication styles suck. He says my head is buried in my laptop or a book half the time, and I’ve lost touch with reality. I say most writers hardly ever had much of a grasp on reality to begin with. But that doesn’t really help my argument. So I rarely say it out loud. Or at least not to BW

So, I work in a small office with five other women. “Work” being my day job because I’m not allowed to be a full-time writer yet. Something about paying the mortgage and money going in to the bank account instead of out. I don’t know. I let BW handle all that. Numbers hurt my brain. Anyway, there’s five other women in the office, making it six women total including me. (I can totally count to six, numbers that small don’t hurt my brain.) Three of the six women love country mu

You know how you aren’t supposed to feed Gremlins after midnight or bad things happen? Well, that’s BW and I at any function with an open bar. We are no longer fit for public consumption and should not be allowed out unsupervised. We had his company holiday party over the weekend. As always, they got us a hotel room, at the party location, so we don’t have to worry about transportation or drinking and driving. Which I think is the most amazing and generous thing a company can