It’s deadline week for the Decatur Magazine, which means I’m elbow deep in word counts and writing styles, and I couldn’t be happier about it!Here’s a little something you might not know about me: I was a stay at home wife before I was a stay at home mom. That means I had loads of free time. The shopping/lunching stereotype didn’t suit me. Well okay, the lunching part did, but you can only eat for so long.
I stopped by Kroger Monday to stock up for the polar vortex. When I get to the dairy section—we keep the yogurt section in business—three workers are pulling inventory as fast as possible.
The year is 2006, winter, second semester of my senior year of college. My brother, Troy, and Heather, my to-be sister-in-law, were out of town, returning in the wee hours of the morning. Troy asked me to go to the house and check on their newly adopted dog, Harley.
I got a mole lasered off my face yesterday. Not the Moley-Moley-Moley kind from Austin Powers, but the flesh-colored kind a la Tony La Russa.The one in question took up residence on my forehead long ago, right in between my eyes.
I have big news – yes, about a job, for which I actually get to fill out paperwork for Uncle Sam – but first, allow me to give a little context.