Man, haven't had a second to think of a theme or something to write about for a month. Trying to come up with something other than me, depression, toddler wrangling, annoying husbands, etc.
How about 30 days of 30 boys I've kissed? Damn, I don't think I made it to that many before getting hitched. 30 days of my favorite foods? Probably not good for somebody with eating issues. 30 days of Paris? Since I was only there a week, my stories would probably get boring after a while. Must keep thinking. In the meantime I leave you with this:
I got up the nerve to email T on monday and he hasn't written back. Feeling like a royal dork, but then again, knowing him, knowing he's at frickin Harvard (thank you google and T having a very unique last name) getting his Phd, there is a very good chance he just hasn't had a moment to sit down and write. Oh well. Not holding my breath, but still secretly hope he writes.