Snarf.

I'm pretty sure that before I'd met Smith, I didn't use words like "snarky", "svelte", and "yes!" with a little closed fist, elbow to chest action. I also didn't believe in earrings that weren't studs and boots that were not chunky heels. I didn't know what a kitten heel was, nor had I ever sampled eggplant parm. I didn't blog, and I had stopped dreaming about making my living as a writer. Before Smith (which can coincidentally be shortened to BS), I didn't shop at NY &Co. or Sanrio. So to Smith, I say "Happy October 27."

I really intended to blog about how I'm developing courses for SCC for customized training purposes, and that my first table today had a $40 tab and left me nothing, and a table of old ladies were so cute and wrote "our waitress did an excellent job! Great fun!" on the comment cards we were supposed to hand out today. But for some reason I could do nothing but think about how awesome Smith is. Yes, I realize that totally makes me sound like a lesbian.