After choir practice Thurs night, I thought I'd be silly, chase the choir director's four year old daughter to catch her and put her in their car (she hates having to leave). I started the chase, she weaved through the shrubs....only we'd had an inch and a half of rain. I slipped in the mud and went down like a ton of bricks.
Of course I laid there laughing my butt off.
When I got up, I was thick black mud all up my right side and it was caked on my hands. We went back inside and I at least got my hands cleaned.
A crying 4 yr old was getting buckled in her seat, lol, and I looked at the director's husband, grinned and said, "I'll just take what's left of my dignity and go home."
Hell, if you can't laugh at yourself, it's a sad day.
In other news....I have a cold.
AND....I'm facilitating a Q&A session on e-harlequin this week. The topic is "Take Two - Second Draft to Sale" and we're talking about what happens during the editing and revision process. Come on over to see what's going on and add your questions or comments!