Among other activities, last week I raced down to North Carolina to visit my sister and meet her new husband "Sgt Hottie" -- he has great legs!
Julz and I always have the best time hanging out together -- as her husband says, "Julie is good company." She also has her own set of hot legs, and a badass attitude, which is how she gets away with wearing those aptly named Daisy Dukes.
Yes, I said aptly named. Note the car on which Julz is leaning: a ChargerDodge Challenger (thanks Alex, for catching my slip up!) the one with the 6.1 Hemmie under the hood. Not ringing any bells? Try to imagine it with a more colorful paintjob, like orange, with a confederate flag painted across the top.
Plus it has cup holders for her morning venti iced coffee with skim milk and 2 pumps of sugar-free vanilla, aka "The Julz." Order it by name next time you go to a drive thru Starbucks in North Carolina. They'll know exactly what to do, and you'll be (nearly) as cool as she is.
Thank you BFF Stefania for tagging me with the Purse Meme. Just what wishbone clover needs: yet another post where I provide specific examples of how crazy I am. Yay! A million pictures and more detail than necessary after the jump.
In October when my sister, JulieofBoston, came to town, the first thing we did (after buying name necklaces online) was hit the nail salon for pre-Halloween manicures. Behold the wondrously chic design Julie came up with: pink beds-black tips.
I am so in love with this combination! It's like Goth Chanel. Sadly, I believe the Julz Rulz is that we can only do it once a year, in honor of the best holiday, Halloween.
I suppose that's okay, it gives us yet another thing to look forward to every October.
Now, imagine this: what if we do the moons black, too? Or go for black, with white tips and white moons? I know! It just gets cooler by the minute! And if it's new color combo, then we're not infringing on the Halloween design.
Julie and I will be together again at Christmas and we will perform further investigations and color tests. Stay tuned for updates!
Last night my imaginary world finally started to make sense. Which was a relief, because I've invested a lot time in this piece of crap. Twenty-something days.
For the fifth year, I'm doing Nanowrimo. Fifty thousand words written in the month of November, that somehow hang together in an approximation of a plot.
A vague approximation.
It's been different for me every year. The first year it was about finding the discipline to simply sit down and write. Okay, that's true for every year. The first year is about proving you can find the discipline to sit there.
Year two was actually fun, because I knew I could do it, so the pressure was almost off. Year three, a little harder to motivate because I knew I had two crappy first draft novels sitting around, untouched, unedited.
Last year was the roughest. It was a tough year at work, my story idea was totally depressing, and I ground out the 50k in just a few marathon writing sessions. The magic never happened.
Whether you're at a biker bar or a baby shower, or a baby shower at a biker bar, there are rules of etiquette. And sometimes it takes a mid-twenties hottie to explain them to you. That's where Julie of Boston comes in.
Today's lesson: Outdoor drinking, during the day
1. Keep your sunglasses on so no one can tell how drunk you're getting