Why I Don't Like to Write Sales Copy - UPDATED

I suck at it. I'd rather let the pictures speak for themselves.....

Thank you, Linda, for these. They are gorgeous.

Ankle bracelets! My favorite!

People of the internets - the holidays will be here before you've had time to finish picking last year's tree needles from your baseboards, so why don't you consider ordering some gifts, hmmmm?

Here are some more gift ideas: Susan of Phantsythat and Adventures Ink has opened her etsy shop. Handpainted silk bags are vastly nicer than a Target gift card, I say.

Lucinda at Lavender Moon Jewelry and Lucinda's Charms has some beautiful gift ideas.

Kimonomomo has an array of gorgeous items, too.

Oh, and have you seen Red Hot Pottery? I love Christine's work!

And of course, there is always the gift of relaxation you can give your friends, family and yourself.

Okay - a little catching up....

Yes, Mother, I'm still working!
I don't hate the new office. It's pretty and new and clean and most everything works! It's pimped out pretty nicely and reflects a rich, new-money sensibility that isn't my style, but I don't mind it either.

The commute sucks, but I'm trying to make the best of it. Placing prank phone calls, taking photos of strangers, trying to name the flora and fauna, having long, meaningful discussions with MathMan. Now, if we can stay out of the Dairy Queen drive-thru......

I locked myself out of the office on Friday. That was fun. There are lessons to be learned, but I do know this - I can kill an hour and a half pretty easily and without much blood.

One down, two to go...
Chloe, formerly The Dancer, is now firmly ensconced at her new school. We had a couple of shaky moments where she was calling home a bit too much, but she seems to have recovered from her homesickness by finding a new home.

Shrinking violet that she is, she's now the Freshman Class President and joined a sorority. Thankfully, she didn't pay much attention to those derisive things I might have said about greek life at the schools I attended. She paid much more attention to the stories about how I never reached my much-rumored potential. Nothing like having stark, bare-boned mediocrity lorded over you as a child to make you want to run screaming into every activity and leadership role you can find. Thank goodness. If someone can't learn from my hard-headed mistakes, what's the point?

Ark for Sale!
Thank you for the concern. We've not been flooded, but MathMan's school is closed, many families and staff at his school have suffered material losses. It's so sad. I can't get to my office because of road closures and the one route that I can use is horrendous on a good day, so I'm working from home.

We tried to look contrite and appropriately sympathetic when we sent Nate and Sophia off to school this morning, but I think the party hats and martini glasses were a dead giveaway. "Work from home, indeed," I heard Sophia grumble as she slouched down the front steps to wait for the school bus. As he left the house a half hour later, I believe Nate caught MathMan and me high-fiving each other. Oh well. Someday, they'll be adults with all this "freedom."

In the meantime, I'll continue to keep my rebel teenage-psyche duct-taped into her safe place. However, she wants you to know that she loves this song is rilly glad it's out on video finally.

P.S. I almost wrote a post about writing, but thought that might make you want to put your head in an oven, too, and I like you too much for that.

Until next Wednesday,

Lisa