gala garage sale

you may not know it but i was once a great actress. i acted in a short film produced by some dude in an exotic location... justin's driveway. i was 10, maybe 11. those days were great. the film was all about a garage sale. all i remember is it ended with my character putting a broken tennis racket over her husband's head and walking off stage left. or was it stage right? either way, it was up for an award, at the elementary school. we didn't win. i'm sure we lost out to some kid more popular. probably some current doctor or military man with great honor. i'm just an accountant. maybe i should have stuck to acting.

one week from today and i'll be heading south east to the great state of north carolina. (go heels) i can't wait. no one needs a vacation more then me. well at least not in my eyes right now. the drive may be tough, 18 hours in a car. eek. but there will be many laughs, many heart to hearts, and of course nibs. what's a road trip without nibs? i'm hoping to find some time this trip to get a sun burn, read 3-5 books, and laugh. a lot. there are great expectations on this trip for laughing. life in the real world is so damn serious. life on vacation best not be. it'll be fun to party with the girls one last time before they have to grow up and go to college and be real adults. well at least to appear to be real adults. pretty sure 3-4 of them will never really grow up on the inside, at least i hope not. whether they become lawyers or nurses or hell, bums on the side of the street, they'll go places. i just know it.

of course when i was 10 i thought i was going to be a great actress or an author at least. i'm 26. i'm an accountant.

does anyone read this thing? let's be honest. i feel like i can swear and write all kinds of mean things i don't mean right now because hell, no one will ever read it anyway. instead i'm going to go back to work.