break time

Just waiting for my next pot o' coffee to brew... woke up late this a.m., piss me off. Actually, I fell asleep in here, woke up at 4:45 - "Oh shit!" and quick turned everything off so I could hop into bed before hubby's alarm went off. Dad-in-law's light was on under his door but I managed to get out of here before he came out.

I don't know why I feel like a naughty little girl when that happens, but actually it's better than before. Everyone chuckles about it where hubby used to get pissed off. Shit happens, ya know? Especially when one tries to use as many waking hours as possible to catch up and get work done... 'course the operative word is "waking hours," hmm?

I'm excited about the work I'm doing now. A new folk artist, a Broadway performer, and a couple people you may even be familiar with already... still working on a new digital watercolor painter - she has a lot of stuff, but we're gettin' there.

Okee doke, coffee's done - break over.
c'yall later!