It's FRIDAY - woo! I'm in a rockin' good mood because tomorrow I get to see Amy, Christine, Leah, Bonnie, and all the other smiling and talented faces at my RWA chapter meeting.
In case you missed it, I've got a contest going (see sticky post above). It's called 'My Date with and Angel' and I bet you're wondering why...
The hero in Law of Averages is a British rock star who's been dubbed by the media, the 'Dark Angel of Rock'.
Ah... it's all making sense now, eh? Cause who wouldn't want to date a gorgeous hunky talented musician with an accent? YUM-MY.
I hope y'all will have some fun and enter. Please? Pretty please? Imagine a photo contest with NO entries? Yup, that would be rather devastating...
I'd have to blame Bonnie, who inspired this (unknowingly) with her recent entry into a contest for a trip to Iceland. After the horrific winter we had in Ontario, I'm not sure what possessed her to enter, except maybe the lure of an active volcano? ;)
Hey, remember awhile back I blogged about going for an eyebrow wax and the spa-demon aggressively hinted that I needed my upper-lip done as well (you can read about it HERE)-- and the devasting after effects it had on my psyche despite the reassurance from my peeps, my homies, my buds, that there was no evidence of such a beast on my lip??
Well it happended again!
Same story, different spa...
I went to have my unibrow divided (just kidding... my eyebrows aren't tooooo bad) and the spa-woman-child (she was an infant, really -- all of 22) said,
"And are we doing the upper lip today?"
"Um,... no?" says I.
"Oh." she says, with the same LOOK as the OTHER spa-demon.
"Okay... if you think I need it, go ahead."
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! F^*King HELL that hurts!
Writing progress - yeah... no. Wrote, deleted, wrote deleted, deleted, deleted. Monday I had 37,000 words and Friday I'm down to 35,200. Sven is hanging his head in shame.
Have a GREAT weekend everyone. Don't forget to grab a camera and an angel ;)