My Goodness… can you believe it?

Well it’s been ages since I’ve written a thing here! Since Jan, if the dates can be believed… and I am sure they can be, as I think my pc drinks far less than I do. Call me simple, but that’s just an assumption.

Now, we can take all this silence to believe one of two things… either a whole bunch of bad has gone down, or a mighty pile of good has gone on. Or maybe we can add a third option and head for a healthy mix of both? Hmm… A mix. Mostly good, I think, but iwtih a few fun stressy bits just to keep it real.

First off, I was in Louisiana visiting the fam for most of Jan. That was awesome good fun and everyone was brilliant. It was fantastic to be home for sure. I was nearly too spoiled on good weather to make it back to the UK with any kind of grace…

Then there was the month of Feb. Oh lawds… well, to begin with I bought in to a hefty line of bullshit. Yes’m, at my age too. It would appear that you are never told old to believe a good line of bs. I mean sure, it rocked the boat for a little while, but in the end, it’s always best to discover what smells. He did. Now, he’s gone. Simple, darlin’s!

Once I wiped that mess off my hands, I got another fun project off the ground. Now, I’m a firm believer in not tipping a hand, so I will keep these cards close to my chest until the project gets exciting. But oh, my, I am bustin’ to share. I’ll be sharing soon…I am just pathetic at keeping good gossip to myself!

Now, today’s lesson, kids… Always be prepared to discover bullshit. Remember, when you do, to keep your makeup in place and your shoes on. You need to face it down, and look good while doing it. It’s important… because even if your pride takes a hit, you can look fabulous and play it off like it doesn’t sting. Fake it until it’s real… and when it’s real (and it will be shortly, I can promise you) make sure you laugh. Make it a sultry laugh… those are the best kind.

Remember to kiss and tell… or at least lie about it over a cold beer while you make fun of him among friends….

Love,

Lynn – feelin’ groovy from the soap-box.