I did it again...bought expensive shampoo in the hopes it would help me to look slightly less like a cross between Al Sharpton and Medusa. So, of course, it leaked all over my bag. About a quarter of the bottle. Which I estimate to be about $3.00 worth of product. Bummer.
Also--damned immune system acting up at the worst possible time. My hands blistered up overnight and I can barely type. Ugh.
Thus, I will be blogging less while I wait for time and hydrocortisone to work their magic.
On the upside: My poem, "From the Diary of Vesta" has been accepted for the summer issue of Whistling Shade! Happy, happy.