What I've been doing

What I've been doing:

NOT BLOGGING everyday as promised, that's for sure.

What I've been reading:

An oldie, but a goodie. Last weekend, I went to visit my parents and came home with three boxes of books. This time it was books they unloaded on me. The time before that, it was a box of squash. I AM NOT JOKING ABOUT THIS.

What I've been watching:

I know, I'm waaaaay behind everyone else here. But that's how we do it around here. We wait until a popular show has a few seasons under its belt, and then play catch up. One a night, and if I happen to have a day off with my husband, we'll spend the day in bed, watching episodes of our current show until we have bedsores.

My hopes for the new season: That the turd Ramsey Bolton dies a horrible death. I mean, like something tuurrrible, and I'll have to cover my eyes because it's so bad, but it'll still be satisfying.

What I've been buying:

Preface: I work part-time at a retailer, selling cosmetics. It's funny, because when people find out I sell makeup AND I write novels, they're much more interested in makeup. All sorts of strange questions, but here's what you should know: I own an obscene amount of makeup(although probably not as much as some of the freaks I know.) Because when you work somewhere, you buy whatever you see all the time. When my husband worked at Home Depot, he'd constantly come home with nails and cans of paint. At Best Buy, he'd bring home cables and wire. (Wish I was kidding. We have had serious arguments about how many cables we have in this house. Like, bags and boxes of it. SO SO MUCH.)

So, I come home with beauty things. Today it was a new eyeshadow palette:

Neutrals. Nothing too exciting, but...I HAD TO HAVE IT.  

Neutrals. Nothing too exciting, but...I HAD TO HAVE IT.

 

And I got a face-sheet mask, which are the rage these days, apparently:

Probably a better idea than the mask stitched out of human skin, anyway. Where I've been going:

Probably a better idea than the mask stitched out of human skin, anyway.

Where I've been going:

 

We have a marionette theater in town, and it's BRILLIANT. It might sound funny, the way it did to my kids when I was like, "Hey guys, let's go see a puppet show," but they were probably thinking it was something performed by their father, hiding behind a cardboard box with his hands jammed up two dirty socks with button eyes and lipstick mouths. But honestly, the whole production is magic.

We saw TOM SAWYER, and you don't know real terror until you've seen Injun Joe in marionette form.


J.