Do you ever have one of those weekends where it just feels like life is constantly teaching you little lessons? No? Maybe it’s just me.
In random order, here are the things I learned this weekend:
* Standing on my frost-covered back porch wearing only a towel and shouting “bad woodpecker” is not an effective way to make him stop pecking my house.
* A dog’s breath is remarkably fresh when she eats an entire packet of Sen-Sens.
* Though I may wish I could sleep with the hero in critique partner Cynthia Reese’s new manuscript, it’s never going to happen. (Duh, it’s an inspirational romance. He doesn’t do that sort of thing).
* Sometimes no matter how long I sniff the sock, I can’t determine if it’s clean or dirty.
* If I get my hair caught on the mailbox and end up yanking out a clump before turning around and smacking my head on the car door, it’s pretty much a guarantee one of my neighbors will see.
* I’ll never get over the thrill I feel when I find myself laughing out loud at something I’ve written.
* Try as I may to decode the secret message my cat is trying to communicate with items stolen from neighbors’ yards, there is no discernable connection between a gardening glove, a pair of swim goggles, and a dirt-smeared page of homework with a bad grade.
So what did you learn this weekend?