Happy Mother's Day

Hope every mom that follows my blog gets to spend their day with their family.

I'm at work right now. It's amazing how busy we are on this day commorating mothers. Men and boys worry about their hair before they go visit their moms and grandmothers.

However, we'll be dead as a door nail on Father's Day. Hairdressers are equivalent to visiting the doctor for the male population. If they don't have to, they won't. Why should they on the day celebrating them?

Happy Mother's Day, all!

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

A Father's Day Quote

Father! — to God himself we cannot give a holier name. ~William Wordsworth.

I had planned a post with some family pictures. But my iPhone won't download my pictures into my computer. So I asked the Sweetman when I could download some data from my phone.

He says, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

He shrugs.

"When does the billing cycle start and end?"

"I don't know."

"But you pay the bill."

"I still don't know."

 I say, "OY VEY!"


I figured I could put my blog post together via my iPhone. The way our account has been set up is more than annoying. The Sweetman gets unlimited everything while me, the writer, gets the limits. What a load! Right?

Hope everyone had a Happy Father's Day!

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

See you on Thursday.

Celebrate the Small Things

Happy Friday, everyone! It's time to Celebrate the Small Things with VikLit .

I'm going to try and keep this short. It's Thursday night, and I'm planning to go to bed soon. Gotta get up early in the AM since I'm opening up The Salon.

But I do have some things to be thankful about:

* Last Saturday, I got a new do. Whacked it off, in fact. My arms needed one less head of hair to do.

* Monday I celebrated Father's Day with my dad. We had a nice brunch at Peaches and went to the movies. We saw Noah.

I celebrate that I paid 2 dollars a piece. It was not worth more than that. My dad and I joked around through the whole movie.

If I were to leave a review, I could sum it up in one word. Weird.

* Sir Poops is doing much better. I celebrate everyone's prayers. He's eating rice and baby food and keeping it down and in.

* And I celebrate getting in some writing time this week. I completed two chapters.

Here's a diddy form Killer Stilettos:

Once in the bathroom, I shut the door behind me. As fast as I could, I slipped off my hilt and out of the blue hospital gown and slinked the wedding dress over my head and let it drape my naked body. A bra and some panties would’ve been nice. I wasn’t for going commando or letting the girls loose. The thirty-six C’ers were definitely floppers, bouncing here and there. I hope no one notices. The last thing I wanted were cold nipples displaying themselves in front of the whole world to see, especially the Underworld ... of all places.

Okay. It's time for me to get ready for bed. Have a happy weekend and a Happy Shabbats, if you practice!

Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly