I am consumed with guilt which is why I was sitting in church yesterday full of woe and repentance and fearfully feeling the consumption of it all until I lifted my chin, straightened my shoulders and put them firmly to the wheel, full of righteous determination to confess once and for all that I never intended to, in any way shape or form, imply that I, Heidi Ashworth, has one thing to do with Vogue magazine. ‘Tis a heinous thought. Not the idea of being in Vogue! (though Style Magazine hits me better). No, what I find heinous is the fear that someone might have reason to accuse me of criminal bloggy intent (again).
Therefore, I need to confess the truth about the Vogue reference. First, I did not make it up. I really did greet the morn with those words ringing in my ears. In fact, this morning, I was greeted by these words said in the most dulcet of tones: (proceeded by sweet birdsong) “Good Morning Madame. Your physician rang. He wishes to inform you it necessary that you go out and buy a new wardrobe comprised entirely of shoes. If you do not follow this course of action, he cannot answer for the consequences. Very good Madame."
You can imagine the spring in my step when I rolled out of bed today!
And, no, The Spouse has not turned butler on me. In fact, there is only one butler worth having and HE is it. Fortunately, we can all have HIM for butler due to this clever invention. I highly recommend it.
Meanwhile, it is a new year and I am going to do my darnedest to make an attempt/take a stab at striving for my goals. In that light, I will be taking every Tuesday off from blogging. Entirely. As in, no posting, no reading. This saddens me but a new novel must be written. I will also be taking the day off from doing dishes (The Middle Child has yet to learn of her role in this new development) and making dinner—thank goodness The Spouse is on board with this one. I will spend all day long writing whilst eating high quality chocolate and though this will make my weight loss goals a bit harder to achieve, I hope it will result in a book worth its weight in, umm, er, my peresistent poundage. Priorities, people, priorities.
I might also have made a promise that I would be blogging less when The Spouse is home (read: late afternoons, evenings, night and weekends) in exchange for his cooperation in the novel writing thing. (Might have. Not sure. Still looking for loopholes in this one.) This means I might not show up on time at your blog BUT never fear, I will read all (eventually) even if it means that my comments are sadly below par due to the fact that everyone else will have most likely gotten there before me and will have already said anything worth saying. Somebody please hold me.
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