First off… as Dennie posted, we are having a little contest. Our prize package will include a CD of some Chica-licious Fiction, Chica Pens, some booksmarks from moi, cover flates from Ames, and, oh, I dunno what else we’re going to throw in. I’m sure Dennie and Raine will have something cool and awesomey awesomeness to add.

Anyhoo…

This post has absolutely nothing to do with writing. It’s a completely random rambly post. To make up for my lack of post last week. Now, aren’t you glad you joined in the fun today?

First of all, when then HELL did I wake up and discover I’m old? The Birthday Fairy is knocking on my door and I’m not pleased. I’d really like her to

but you know…since that’s not happening I suppose I have to live with my 30-something age. Right?

It’s really not so bad being over 30. Not really. (I think 43 is totally my scary age. Come on, ladies, you know you have one. We all do. That scary age where we wake up and realize we have yet to accomplish everything we’ve wanted to accomplish.) I much prefer the 30-something to the 20-something. At least I’m not as stupid as I was 10 years ago.

Here’s a question for you all. If you’re in a serious relationship with someone (and you’re NOT married), are you content with things the way they are, or do you need that final committment? In other words, does your relationship have to end in a ring, a date, and the big white dress in the church?

Okay, my brain is fried and that’s all the rambly randomness I can think of for now.