One morning this week I decided to take Meg to Bottletree for a "Cinnamon Roll." I nearly spit out my hot tea when they casually set down this plate of icing in front of her. Good Golly Miss Molly! I thought it was a birthday cake!
~Needless to say she ate less than half of it. But Daddy was more than happy to help her finish it off later.
So now I am worn out and ready to get back to work. That's the joy of my job as a writer. I love it as much as Meg loved that plate of icing. I literally count the hours until I can get back to the peace of my leather chair in the coffee shop with my non-fat, one-pump, vanilla latte and my laptop.
Have a glorious Monday, Y'all! I know I will.