As Tom Cruise said so eloquently in Risky Business, sometimes…you just have to say “what the *&%#”.

Today was one of those days for me. Early this morning, I received not 1 but 2 evil lures to read short but incredibly sexy books, the first by Charlene Teglia (Earth Girls Aren’t Easy – Ellora’s Cave), the second by Annmarie McKenna (The Strength of Three). Now, I was supposed to write today. A bunch. I didn’t write yesterday–didn’t feel well last night. Today I was supposed to catch up. Hmm, unless tonight is a barn burner, I don’t think it’s going to happen. But beating myself up over it isn’t going to help. So I’m adopting Tom Cruise’s motto and hoping tomorrow is better.

I think it also applies to another situation. I would love to drop a few pounds before the holidays. Lately, I’ve been pretty good about watching what I eat. Still looking for time to excercise and thinking it probably won’t happen until after my current deadline… But last weekend, RAH and I went grocery shopping and we found–gasp–my ever very favorite ice cream in the whole world: Blue Bell’s Caramel Sundae Crunch. Now this is a big deal because it’s only an occasional flavor. I hadn’t seen it in probably a year. I’d begun to believe that Blue Bell had simply stopped making it. Imagine my shock when RAH put 2 gallons in the cart. One for now and one for later. Isn’t he thoughtful? So, I’ve been trying to restrain myself to 2 spoons a night. Not heaping spoonfuls, not ice cream scoopers. Just regular table spoons. Roughly 3-4 bites. Is it good for my waistline? No, but life IS meant to be lived and…well, you all know what Tom said. Today, I happen to agree.

I’ll be back Friday with another excerpt and other recommended reads!