Mardi

Having FINALLY finished the book I've been working on (a month after my self-imposed deadline, by the way), I think I should take a small vacation from writing. Sensible, don't you think? Which means no blog.

I know. I talk tough, but you called my bluff. I'm writing a post even though I'd really rather be reading right now. If I hadn't already read Veronica Wolff's new release, DEVIL'S OWN, that's what I'd curl up with. But since I've already read V's book perhaps three of four times (and it was excellent each time) I'm opting for Rachael Herron's HOW TO KNIT A HEART BACK HOME, or UNDER THE TABLE (a saucy tale from culinary school).

Or I might go on the roof and bask in the perfect San Francisco day. The view from the roof is fairly spectacular:

I'd sit up there, watching the sailboats on the bay. I'd probably drink a milky coffee too.

Or, if I could have anything in the world, I'd hang out with my sister:

Even though she gives me that beleaguered "the things I do for my sister" look when I ask her to take a picture ASAP and send it to me. She looks more like a New York editor here than my sister, which would make sense since she actually is an editor in New York. 

Anyway, if P and I were together, you'd think we'd go for pi. (Get it??) But we'd opt for cupcakes. St. Cupcakes, to be exact:

But P is in New York, I'm in San Francisco, and the cupcakes are in Portland. We were a triangle doomed from the start.

Perhaps instead of writing my blog, I should do my toes. Currently showing: Wined Up. I'm thinking I might be more in a Princess Pink mood though. Or Red Hot Chili. Opinions?

Of course, now that I've posted a photo of my toes, I'm going to get all sorts of freaky fetish people coming by, because I need more strange people trolling my site. (Take that as you will.)

Dear Freaky Foot Fetish Folks: please move along. My toes aren't very nice and, you can't tell, but I have no toenails on my last two toes. (I like to think of myself as highly evolved.)

Or, since it's Mardi Gras, I could just start partying now.

Why wait for this evening's festivities? I've got beads, a cabinet full of liquor, and a roof. What more do I need? Plus I finished that damned manuscript—that's cause to drink and flash people in itself.

Dear Freaky Fetish Folks: I was totally joking when I said I'd flash people. Move along. Thank you for your patronage.