I’ll tease you with a scene that might be in my book someday. I’m back to writing regularly again as of today too. Here’s a story to start:

It’s Christmas night, freezing and pouring rain. I am in the middle of nowhere and get to a friends house in the country. (They were gone for 2 days to see family.) It’s pitch black about 8pm and I am alone. I tried to be a bad-ass and wheel up into their snow covered icy driveway. (Have I mentioned how much I hate the snow and cold weather? I mean hate it. LOATHE it. If I never saw a temperature below 75 again in my life I’d be happy.) Because I am more stubborn than an ox, even though I don’t make it the first 3 times, I try for a fourth and then…yep. In the ditch I go. I get out and start pushing my car, in flip flops, in the snow and rain- soaked and laughing at myself because I knew damn well that I’d end up in the ditch but I tried anyway like an idiot. After realizing that unless I was going to suddenly become the Incredible Hulk, all 120lbs of me was probably NOT going to be able to push my car out alone. I got back in the car. Took a deep breath, channeled my inner Vermont, put my poor civic in reverse and burned that little thing out of that ditch like you read about.

I then left the car it in the middle of the road and walked in the house.

Merry Christmas to me. 

I love that I can appreciate these adventures and the fact that a year or two ago in this situation I would’ve been spitting and cursing. Now I sit here typing shaking my head and smirking. 

What’s it all worth it if you can’t laugh at yourself?

Here’s to rookies and smiling through it all.

I love you dessert tray.