Chips & Chocolate

I had an entire morning to think about my grocery list, and I managed to do other things. When Bubba Hubby said he was going to the store, with or without my input, I settled on the only two things I could think of... chips and chocolate. I must have managed to mention ground beef, as well, as he returned home and made me a wonderful hamburger before I had to leave for work. But tortilla chips with ranch dip... that's what I really had a hankering for. So I've eaten them, twice today, and with the help of the kiddos the bag is nearly gone now. He also brought me the best kind of chocolates... Dove. ...and I wonder why my stomach hurts.



The Kansas Authors Club contest deadline is this Saturday. I have spent a lot of time in the past two days getting work ready to submit. I basically just pulled out all my old files and started sorting through them to see what sort of stuff I had that I could clean up and send. I was surprised at just how much material I have. A lot of it was more or less complete, too. Tons of short stories. I can't imagine when I even wrote them all. Why I haven't done anything with them, I can't imagine.

Anyway, I'm submitting the novel I've been working on (the first five pages and a synopsis, at least) and a second novel that's more or less just in my head, but I have lots of little sketches of it. I'm also submitting a couple of short stories. One is a rewrite of a short-short story that I wrote ages ago when we were living in Houston. I believe the original was right at 200 words. The new version is considerably longer. My goal, originally, had been to submit something in every category, but that's just not going to happen at this point. Unfortunately, I'm not even going to get to attend the conference this year. So sad.



Work has been pretty crazy. I've only been back at it three days and I can barely remember that I was on vacation. It seems we are short a worker and long on work... continuously. I was there an hour after closing and, honestly, I ended up really shafting the closing list. I hate not doing things thoroughly, but really... it was a choice between getting the jobs done and cleaning up. I did my best to find a balance, I just feel bad for my co-workers who will walk in tomorrow to see that there is still a lot of work on the log AND the place is pretty much a mess.

For a moment, I almost considered volunteering to go in for a few hours tomorrow (I'm not scheduled) to help out. But then I remembered... I'm not tied to this job and I'm not going to carry it home and make myself feel responsible.