Friday, May 22, 2009
I would not describe myself as superstitious. I don't knock on wood or avoid black cats to prevent bad luck. I don't carry around a rabbit's foot or feel nervous on Friday the 13th. And yet I've never passed up the opportunity to wish upon a shooting star. I've only seen a handful my entire life, which makes them extra special in my eyes. And for the first time in years, I caught a glimpse of one the other night. Without hesitation, I immediately closed my eyes and made a wish -- because you're never too old to hope for the impossible.
Posted by Jen Woods at 7:00 PM
Friday, May 8, 2009
I'm trying something new today: steaming hot tea...and absolutely no coffee. Yesterday I only allowed myself one small cup in the morning (instead of my usual three), and somehow I survived. Let's see if I can get the day without being overly snarky or suffering a horrible withdrawal headache. Wish me luck.
Posted by Jen Woods at 8:00 AM