Get anything you want – in the mail

Thanks to Amazon and other online vendors, a person never needs to leave their house to be supplied with anything they want. Everything they want—as long as they have a credit card limit high enough—will come to them in the mail.

Or be delivered by another parcel service.

The other day, the UPS man rang the bell at my door. I can see the porch from my office, and I noticed he wasn’t ringing and running like he usually does. Interesting.

When I opened the door, he held out the little electronic keypad thing-a-ma-jig they use these days.

“I need your signature today,” he says.

“I don’t even know what’s in the package.” I said this before I saw it was addressed to my husband. I hadn’t ordered anything I needed to sign for.

“It contains alcohol,” he informs me. Alcohol? We don’t even drink alcohol?

Or is there something my husband isn’t telling me???

“Signature required by law.”

Well who I am to break the law?

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After he verified my name (since no one can sign those digital do-dads with any legibility), he handed me the package.

After checking that the box was from Alex in Laguna, California. And it was indeed addressed to my husband, I sent a text to The Man at work.

He didn’t know what it was either. Even after I sent him a picture of the label.

Things I Get all the Time

I get packages on a pretty regular basis. Mostly because it’s so easy to order anything I want and have it delivered.

Why leave the sanctuary of my home to purchase items if they will come to me? For just a few dollars more.

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  • Books
  • Home decor
  • Gifts
  • Furniture
  • Shoes
  • And pretty much anything I can imagine.

But I also have become adept at clothes shopping. Who wants to go to the mall by themselves? Not me.

Why try on clothes in a cramped changing room when you can do it in the comfort of your own bedroom?

Right. Return fees.

It’s pretty amazing how many companies run specials that include free returns.

Of course, when I’m ordering my bras from Victoria’s Secret, I know the style and size I like. There’s not much risk of having to return them. Unless they are damaged.

It’s not that I don’t like shopping. I on’t want to go by myself. And why fight the crowds on the weekend when all my friends are finally off work and available to hit the stores with me?

Services I’m Trying Out

Recently, I’ve become part of the crowd that uses repeat delivery services.

I began this years ago with Gevalia coffee. Delicious stuff. In fact, I should probably look into starting that up again. I canceled it before we moved because I had a year’s worth of coffee stockpiled in my freezer.

Last year, my insurance finally came up with a mail-order prescription service that wasn’t a pain in the patooty. They ship me a 90-day supply of my daily medications automatically and charge my co-pay to my credit card.

So I get three months of meds for what I used to pay each month at the drugstore.

Save money? I’m in. Added convenience? I’m doubly pleased with myself.

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What other things is the delivery man setting on my porch on a regular schedule? Well:

  • Cat food (from PetCo delivered every six weeks)
  • Shakeology -my healthy breakfast-delivered every two months

And I recently signed up for Stitch Fix. This is a service that sends you five clothing items (you choose the frequency). You keep only what you want. They send you an addressed, postage-paid envelope for the returns.

Yes there’s a fee for the delivery even if you keep nothing.

But nothing is free in this world.

I’m looking forward to having my own personal stylist and seeing what sort of outfits she/he puts together for me each month. Actually, I signed up for an every two month delivery for this, too.

The end of the story

Oh, the package that started this story? You want to know what it was and who it was from?

Well no good gossip here.

It was a bottle of wine with the option of signing up for a wine-of-the-month club. (See? Here’s another thing you can get via mail.)

The sender happened to be one of the owners of a company who did work for us recently. They were thanking us for our business.

We could have used a Home Depot gift card rather than the wine. But what do you expect from a guy who lives in California?

What sort of things have you gotten in the mail (or in a package delivered to your door)?

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Get Some Elven Magic FREE Today

Do you love elves? Magic? Maybe a little romance?

I know you love FREE stuff.

Today you can download a short story from Roane Publishing that will give you a glimpse at one of the characters from “Duty or Desire.”

To whet your appetite for that, here’s a snipped to introduce you to the hero of ONE SAVORY SUMMER, Holt d’Wyrden.

An Excerpt from “Duty or Desire” part of Masked Hearts:

Masked_heartsA strip of trees and grass added charm to the brick and wood monstrosity. Alyona slithered up an elm on the north side of the walled-in estate, then a maple located east of the ten-foot mortared wall. As she scaled an oak tree on the western edge, the amulet throbbed between her breasts. A slow, hot pulse, reminiscent of an elven heartbeat.

Holt is here.

Late spring foliage offered cover to her dark-clad form. Not that she worried about being discovered. Although three guards paced the grounds in odd rotations, meant to keep intruders off balance, they looked bored. Handguns similar to the one pointed at her chest on her very first day on Earth rode their hips. A club and another black-handled, wide-barreled item fitted in slots at the other hip.

Twilight curtained her position. New guards with large, sleek-bodied dogs relieved those who traced the perimeter. Alyona studied the windows, hoping to catch a glance of her brother. She wasn’t close enough to attempt telepathy, which worked best within fifty paces. A niggle in her mind assured her Holt resided within this compound. As a guest or a prisoner, she didn’t know.

Light flickered in a third story window. A covering whisked back. Doors opened onto a narrow, iron-railed balcony. A woman with auburn hair pushed through them, her twittering laughter preceding her. Behind her glided the lithe form Alyona knew as well as her own.

Holt pinned the woman to the railing, pressing his body against her. His hands rested on her voluptuous hips. He bent his face toward her neck. His black hair flowed across his shoulders, shielding his actions from sight.

The woman flung her head back. Her laughter broke into a sigh of desire.

Of course he’d be with a human woman. Women should be sampled like fruits in an orchard. His words and a sentiment many elves shared. After all, who wanted to spend centuries bound to a single person?

No one from Alyona’s generation chose a mate. Even her parents had waited until they were nearly in their third century of life before entering into a matrimonial covenant, considered essential if reproduction was planned. Many such contracts were for a specified length of time, perhaps until offspring reached maturity at age forty. Her parents, their bonding stretching well beyond 150 years, were unique in the elven society.

Alyona narrowed her eyes. Holt seemed to be a willing occupant of the fortress. Or this earthen prison offered a brand of permissiveness she’d never witnessed. Once the couple disappeared inside, the door pulled shut behind them, Alyona scanned the wall, grounds and house.

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I hope it makes you want to read more.

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Free Books for a 3rd Anniversary Celebration!

Free books?! Oh yes. There are free books galore available to you this week. Romances. Fantasy. Stuff I’ve written. Books by writers more gifted and skilled than me.

And scroll all the way down to the bottom to get the clue for the Scavenger Hunt. And you want to win that goodie box. It includes a copy of Masked Hearts signed by all the authors. Five yummy fantasy romances in a collectable package. What’s not to want?

Also, I’ll give details about how you can enter to win not ONE but TWO eBook copies (International) of any of the titles I have with Roane Publishing. Also, I’ll send a secret link to participants that earns you 25% off my titles that aren’t available from Roane. So…whoopee!


Welcome to Roane Publishing’s 3rd anniversary celebration Scavenger Hunt!

Some of our authors and blogger team are taking part in the Scavenger Hunt, with goodies up for grabs at EVERY stop along the way! 
 
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Don’t worry if you get lost or mixed up with the linky list. Simply hop back to the ROANE PUBLISHING BLOG POST by clicking on the link or either of the Hunt buttons where you can find the complete list of participants and links.

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The importance of what’s under your clothes

It’s not Thursday and this isn’t a regular What Would Wonder Woman Do posting. That said: Wonder Woman knows it’s important to wear appropriate undergarments at all times. For her, that means her superhero star-spangled costume.

What would happen if she forgot?

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Yeah, it’s not all joy and glory in the world of superheroism. It’s not like the perfect costume magically appears. Instead, it becomes a permanent part of every outfit. Every day.

Or else…who will save the world when WW leaves her body suit, lasso, cuffs and tiara at home? Are you really going to rely on Superman?

Image Credit to Pixaby.
Image Credit to Pixaby.

The Daydream

I used to watch The Brady Bunch every day after school. It was a funny, wholesome show that taught decent values. (Good luck finding that on TV these days.)

Remember when Marsha was going to give a speech? She was SO nervous. The girl even had nightmares about things going wrong.

Then someone gave her this stellar advice:

“Imagine your audience is sitting there in their underwear.”

I’m still not sure how this is supposed to do anything other than make me gag crack up laughing.

But once I imagined people imagining me wearing nothing but my underwear, it suddenly mattered to me what those undergarments looked like.

Before? No one sees them anyway, so who cares if they are ratty, mismatched and borderline granny-gear?

Now I’m thankful for Victoria’s Secret.

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If I’m ever in a car accident and they have to cut me out of my clothes, I won’t hang my head in shame. Thanks to VS, there will be color-coordinated bra and panties to wow and amaze those rescue workers.

Thanks to the 7 pairs for $27.50 sale and the semi-annual sale, once things start to look a little old and worn? In the trash they go and break out a new pair.

These are the sort of daydreams I have about what I’m wearing under my clothes.

So, yes, I think it’s important for us normal gals to consider this. Every morning.

The Nightmare

The nightmare is the opposite of the daydream. And it doesn’t involve Marsha Brady or any of that bunch.

It involves me being naked.

Isn’t that everyone’s worst nightmare?

You show up to an important interview – wearing nothing.

It’s the evening of your spouse’s award banquet. We’re talking black tie only people. When he thanks you from the stage, all eyes and cameras turn to you. A smiling you stands to accept his accolade…wearing…your birthday suit.

After all those shopping expeditions to Victoria’s Secret? This could never happen in real life.

And yet it haunts my sleep. Not as often now that I know I’m under-armed with coordinating bra and panties.

The above cartoon shows you Wonder Woman’s personal nightmare about this situation.

And if you change in a flash (like the video shows), it could create a living nightmare quite similar to the ones I shared.

The Reality Check

Let’s face it. I need a reality check in the department of undergarments.

The likelihood I’m going to have my clothes cut off by rescue workers? Not as likely as killing myself in the crash. (Well, then the undertaker will see my underwear, right?)

*Rolls eyes muttering, “Lost cause”*

I’m certainly never going to need to rip open my blouse to reveal the superhero bodysuit underneath. Because I’m not that kind of super hero.

And as far as undergarments go, if I looked like Wonder Woman does in her star-spangled suit, I’d be happy as a clam to wear it beneath my clothes.

Except…Is there a easy-open hatch for when I need to use the restroom? Because, I know this isn’t something superheroes think about, but I’ve gotta go. Every hour or two.

What’s your take on what no one sees beneath your clothes? Important or irrelevant?

For all you Autumn Lovers: Love under the Harvest Moon Revealed

Even though I love and adore summer, I see the appeal of changing the seasons. If it was all blue skies and hot weather all the time that would be boring. Bring on the changing leaves…and a new romance anthology from Roane Publishing: Love under the Harvest Moon.

Isn’t she lovely?

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This anthology includes five sweet romances sure to get your love of autumn stoked for some romantic afternoon reading.

Opposite Directions (Contemporary Romance)  by Claire Davon

Vanessa left her small Iowa town for the bright lights of Miami, also leaving behind the boy who devastated her young self by cheating on her with another local girl. Returning after four years to take a teaching job, she finds her attraction to Zane has not diminished in the time she’s been away.
Zane also works at the school and offers to show Vanessa the ropes. She cannot deny her attraction to him is still there, but is unsure if she should act on it. He broke her heart once, could he do so again? Or would their older, wiser selves be able to navigate the tricky waters of love and forgiveness, leading them back to each other’s arms?

Amidst the Strawberry Fields (YA Romance) by Nemma Wollenfang

Good grades, happy home, pampered life, perfect boyfriend – sixteen-year-old Beth has it all. She tells herself that… a lot. That is until the new students arrive from the recently-built Traveller’s Site, led by the rakishly handsome Razovan Verlak, who begins to turn her world upside-down. The school didn’t want them, the town tried to avoid them, and Beth is determined to ignore him—them. But Raz is not to be ignored, and he has his sights set on her.
With the autumn harvest due in, and her boyfriend and the usual harvesters notably absent, Beth and her mother have to accept alternative help to bring in their farm’s crops. And Raz is all too eager to oblige. But Beth is uneasy, and with good reason. Raz and his crew have developed a worrying reputation around town. Assault, vandalism, theft – it seems there’s nothing they haven’t done…according to rumour. But are the gossips to be believed?
Will Beth listen to the disturbing tales and keep her distance? Or will she decide for herself and get to know the real Raz as they work together, amidst the strawberry fields?

Autumn Leaves by T. E. Hodden

Blurb: So there I was, on the worst afternoon of my life, surrounded by the kind of argument that left me shaken and single. And there, in the park is Autumn, a beautiful, funny, sweet, trans-girl, who seems to be the only person in the world having a worse day than me. And that…that doesn’t seem right.
So, here we are. I have one day, to make her smile, and change her world, before Autumn leaves to face her winter.

A Harvest Homecoming by Laura Lamoreaux and T.L. French

Blurb: When Tanya Sheldon loses her job and her marriage in the same day, she thinks her life is over. Unable to find anything else, she agrees to take a teaching position in her old high school, but moving back to Silver Lake turns out to be harder than she expected when old feelings come to light.
Tanya rejected Jake Green when they were younger, but now he’s all grown up and teaching across the hall. And for a minute, Tanya thought she might have something in her future other than a box of cats. But the moment is gone when Jake’s beautiful girlfriend Ashley returns. After learning the hard way what it’s like to be cheated on, there’s no way Tanya will let herself fall for Jake.

Moon Dance by Patricia Crisfulli

Blurb: For Anna Oliver, life is one big to-do list and her responsibilities, large and crushing. Divorced and a single mother, needing to care for her own mother who is struggling with a cancer diagnosis, Anna has returned to her too-small hometown, which cannot compare with the life she enjoyed in Brooklyn. Now she is overqualified for her job in a community library and overburdened by everything.
When a storm brings down a tree on her roof—revealing damage that the insurance company won’t pay for—Anna feels as split in two as that old ash. Then someone unexpected comes into her life, and she must confront her need to trust, which seems far too difficult and risky. But under the harvest moon, anything can change.

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With cooler weather coming, there will be more time to read. Mark your calendar for the November 14 release date and let’s get reading!

See this post on their website for further details about the release of LOVE UNDER THE HARVEST MOON and the blog tour.

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Epiphany on the TP Roll

It matters if the toilet paper rolls from the top of the roll or the bottom. Articles have been written on the subject. Memes have blasted around the Internet. Not long ago, I had my own epiphany thanks to a roll of toilet paper.

From the Top

I once read in a reputable magazine that more successful people make sure their toilet paper rolls from the top.

In fact, I think they made some cool-sounding quip like: over-achievers roll over the top. Get it?

I recall checking out my toilet paper the next time I was in the restroom. And switching it from its under-achieving state of being.

“My husband must have put that roll out.”

That under-achieving man! Everyone knew a Type A perfectionist like me would go far in the world.

If that meant getting my toilet paper from the top of the roll instead of the bottom? What could it possibly hurt?

From the Bottom

But you know how different experts have differing opinions about everything. This includes the issue of how toilet paper rolls.

Somewhere at some point after my roll-reversal, I read there was another reason people might let toilet paper dispense from the underside of the roll.

This genius claimed that cat owners rolled their paper that way. Apparently, it made that tempting paper more difficult for cats to unroll. Or maybe it made the paper a less-attractive target.

It’s been many years since I discovered this amazing news.

I could put my toilet paper back to under-achieving mode. And blame it on my cats. For real.

And of course I did it. Not even blinking at how this might make me look in the eyes of people who knew about the over-over quip.

I didn’t even work this new information about cats with toilet paper fetishes into the conversation. Too often.

How it Made Rejection Okay

Fast forward to a recent day in the life of an author who reached the twelve-week point of no return.

What I mean to say is, the publisher that asked for my dystopian young adult novel still had the manuscript well beyond the promised eight-to-ten week notification window.

It had been a couple weeks since the publisher’s editor said that the manuscript was at the top of the pile. It would be read next. The publisher was giving it due-diligence.

And the toilet paper rolled from the underside of the dispenser.

At that moment a light went on.

I was getting rejected because I had allowed my cats to dictate my success.

Rather than demanding that I step up and succeed, I’d compromised by flipping the toilet paper rolls.

It wasn’t my lack of writing credentials. Nothing about my story lacked.

I just needed to flip the stupid toilet paper roll over. And BAM-success would follow.

As I reached to do the deed, it occurred to me that once I flipped the toilet paper roll around and claimed my right to over-achievement, my scapegoat for failure would no longer be available.

Decisions. Decisions.

I told you this whole issue of how to roll your toilet paper was of utmost importance.

So, what do you think? Did I flip it or not?

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Wonder Woman in Vegas

Wait a minute! Didn’t I just post about how Wonder Woman despises Las Vegas? I mean so much so that she wouldn’t even join me for a few moments by the pool.

Yep. I haven’t changed my story.

No matter what it sounds like according to the headline.

She wouldn’t set foot on the melty-hot pavement of The Strip. She did enjoy a few flyovers of the well-lit city after the sun went down.

They can see that place from outer space.

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The last evening of our trip while my husband and I were walking off the excess chicken alfredo penini dinner we’d enjoyed, I ran smack dab into our gal Wonder Woman.

And laughed.

Because I knew the chances of her stepping inside this casino were astronomically high. Even if she needed to apprehend a criminal.

Because everyone knows once you step inside a casino you’re stuck like a rat in a maze.

No need for her to swoop in and save the day.

Let casino security handle it.

So what did I see that made me laugh? This:

A Wonder Woman Slot Machine
A Wonder Woman Slot Machine

 

When we walked by, there was a couple playing at one of the four stations. I had to stop because they were playing video clips from the Lynda Carter television series.

One of them involved the quick-change twirl and flash that transforms plain Diana into Wonder Woman. I could watch this all day long.

But look at the board and what you’re trying to match up?

This Machine is gold for sure
This Machine is gold for sure

Not that I know anything about slot machines (or gambling in general), but I got a kick out of this little Wonder Woman island in the middle of a great big casino.

A casino she would never enter.

So of course I snapped a photo (or four). I couldn’t wait to post proof that she had indeed landed in Vegas. Inside the casino at the Luxor.

Do you think she laughed when she saw the photos?

I’m pretty sure she called her lawyer or her press agent or someone like that.

Sold out to a slot machine. Those were the words she used.

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Wonder Woman Wild? I don’t think they want to see that

Whoops. Maybe I shouldn’t have laughed about that.

Or taken pictures.

Or posted them online.

Whoops.

It doesn’t mean anything. Our gal Wonder Woman despises Sin City. And someone is going to pay for using her face and name without permission.

Sure wouldn’t want to be that guy.

Warming up the Patio

House warming. Do they even have those anymore? I don’t know but after all the drama and trauma of the too-long three-week installation of our new patio, it seemed appropriate to have a patio warming.

Do you throw yourself this sort of party?

I’ve always been a little confused by the social standards and expectations for parties, especially if they involved gifts. Doesn’t it seem a little self-centered to throw yourself a birthday bash so people will shower you with gifts?

In this case, the only gift required was attendance…and maybe a side dish for the barbecue.

Before

Our house is seventeen-months new. But that doesn’t mean it has no need for improvement.

It was pretty obvious during our first summer here that the patio was insufficient.

 

I mean, I like to do editing, read-through and read-aloud stages in an outdoor office if the weather is nice. Which is less than six months out of the year in the Pacific Northwest.

The original patio that came with the house was hardly large enough for the grill and my lounge chair.

I wish I was kidding.

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So on the short wish list of things I wanted to change, the outdoor entertaining area of the back yard become the top priority.

During

The project started a week before we expected it to. And lasted a week longer than we were told to expect.

And it was messy.

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So I didn’t have any outdoor office options for about one month of my three-month summer.

And it wasn’t just the back of the house that became a disaster area.

Who knew patio stones could take up two curbside parking spaces?

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The weather decided to cooperate. And then escalate.

The day the secondary crew (which we weren’t supposed to need) came to fix the issues the first crew couldn’t seem to deal with, temperatures soared into triple digits.

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No, these aren’t supposed to do this when you step on them.

After

In the end, it didn’t have the level appearance I had imagined.

This is the problem with an imagination. At times it hinders our enjoyment of life as much as false expectations.

Truthfully though, I have everything I could want with a soothing water feature and portable fire pit still to be added.

I spent time in the lounger and at the table reading through the first draft of my novel-in-progress.

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And there was plenty of space for the family to recline during the patio warming event on Labor Day.

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It seemed fitting to inaugurate something that required so much labor on that auspicious day.

And the warmest news of all? Those stones heat up and hold the warmth like nobody’s business.

What is the most important feature for your outdoor living space?

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Wonder Woman flies over Vegas

Wonder Woman and I have become inseparable these past few months. I mean, she really likes appearing in her own weekly column. I like the benefits of handing with a tough gal no one messes with.

Then my husband headed to Las Vegas for a convention. Something about virtual machines. If you know what that is, you’re way ahead of me. He even explained it to me…and it sounded like Chinese.

When I mentioned the trip to my bud WW, she arched her eyebrow at me.

No, I’m not making that up.

Only a short time on the Strip and I totally understood her agreement to “fly over” but not land in Sin City, Nevada.

What’s Not to Love?

I’ve only been to Vegas one other time. It never held much appeal for me.

It’s not just the lovely nickname that lacked attractiveness either.

“But the shows are cool.” This is the argument my husband used to get me here for a convention with him in March of 2014.

And while I did enjoy the show we attended, I couldn’t afford to see any of the headliner acts. Well, maybe “afford” is the incorrect word. I’d rather have a nice outfit or two over a couple hours of entertainment.

Could you lend me $89 so I can see these guys?
Go figure.

WW says the place gives her claustrophobia. Okay, she has no phobias. Let’s say it makes her feel boxed-in.

Here’s a short list of things she finds less than lovable:

  1. Heat radiates from the pavement
  2. Pavement squishes beneath your feet like a sponge, reduced to its former state by the above-100-degree temperatures
  3. People slap flyers into your unsuspecting hands (“What’s a Mustang Ranch?” She asks)
  4. Smoke chokes you at the entrance into every building
  5. Casinos aim to trap you like a rat in a maze
  6. No one smiles or looks you in the eye
  7. Everyone is either dragging their feet or shoving through like it’s Black Friday
  8. Lights, bells, vigor: no matter the hour of the day
  9. Pushy salespeople
  10. Over-priced everything

Okay, WW told me to stop with the gripe session already. Some people travel to Vegas with the same regularity as others migrate to Hawaii.


What’s the appeal anyway?

The Good Stuff

Maybe you can help me complete this segment of the blog post.

This is what I can come up with:

  • A beautiful array of world-class architecture to represent multiple cultures
  • Lights to rival a full moon
  • Splendor in the form of water features (a real oasis in the desert)

And WW happily viewed all these positives as she circled overhead in her jet. Nothing there obscured her enjoyment of the simulated New York skyline or sparkling (if much shorter) Eiffel Tower.

She told me she could read the advertisement for the Blue Man Group on the side of the Luxor (where we were staying) with ease.

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Have you visited Las Vegas? What is remarkable and memorable from your trip?

My Month of Heroic Deeds

Everyone needs a hero. Some days, anyone can be a hero.

I’d like to claim that I’m the most heroic person in my neighborhood. But I’m not even sure I can say I’m a hero among those in my office. At the moment, that’s nobody but me.

The thing is the smallest things can be heroic.

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Check out my little deeds of heroism:

  • I didn’t eat the last piece of cake (and not just because someone snagged it before me).
  • I cleaned out the cat box (more than twice in one week even)
  • I made spaghetti sauce from scratch
  • I took a friend to birthday on his birthday (actually, my husband bought the dinner but it was MY idea)
  • I washed the dishes after cooking dinner (she who cooks should NOT clean)
  • I managed to cancel my premium subscription to an app on my phone (this is harder to do than it sounds)
  • I bit my tongue when I wanted to make a truthful yet sour remark
  • I made coffee after six PM even though I couldn’t drink any
  • You didn’t hear me complaining about the heat when the thermometer rose past 100 degrees
  • My husband kept both hands when he dug in my bag of dark chocolate treats. (I snarled at him but didn’t bite)

Sometimes you have to laugh at all the small things or else the big things crush you.

If you need help locating the small things that are smile-worthy, check out my gratitude memes.

How were you a hero this month?

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