I’d planned to write about house projects. I’d planned to write about the awesome tagalong-dingdong cupcakes I made for my valentine. I’d planned to write about our daycations to French Lick, Indiana, and San Diego. I’d planned to finish writing a children’s book for my beloved cousin for her sixth birthday. I’d planned to start writing my novel again.
Do you hear that…? I do believe that’s the sound of failure. I’ve made embarrassingly insignificant progress on all of these endeavors. Where did the month go? Well, let's break it down. Here's a look at the average day:

Will I actually get some stuff done around the house now that The Bachelor is over? Or will I swap one addiction for another and start watching Real Housewives of NYC?
This is exactly why I didn't have cable when I lived alone.
3 comments:
HAHAHA - go with RHW of NYC!!! Gotta be better than the RHW of OC. Not so good this time around.
Well, February may have been a "writing flop" BUT you and your life are not flops . . . love you dearly, xoxox
Oh dear girl,
Jake and Vienna consumed my Monday nights. And now American Idol is there three days a week. I, Dawn Gahan, admit to now taking part in television at its finest with the New York housewives. They've become my new addiction. And after a long day at work, isn't watching mindless reality TV better than being a meth whore?
Love,
D
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