Paying gigs are fantastic. I’m still on cloud nine that people are willing to pay me good money to write and edit… and that I’m not currently living in a cardboard box under the Foster Avenue/LSD overpass.
The only slight problem is that, between the association work I’m doing and the deadlines for FGG, my time for self-indulgent blogging has pretty much been zero. Which of course means this is when the anvil of inspiration has thunked me on the head and there are 7 or 8 posts I’m suddenly dying to write. Seriously, the writer’s block gods have a funky sense of humor.
I promise to have some hi-larious tidbits to share over the next week; in the meantime, though, try this on for size:
ANG: “I’m writing about spring cleaning your closet this week.”
KATIE: “Nice. Are you gonna take your own advice?”
ANG: “Touché. And probably not.”
Folks, some people were made to live out of neatly organized and color-coordinated closets that would make Martha Stewart proud. Others are destined to keep their clean clothes in the over-sized IKEA tote that serves as a laundry bag. It takes diff’rent strokes to move the world, yes it does.
Cirque du Snark 
when do we get the alanis version?
Just as soon as I get some ray-ee-ain on my wedding day.