Monday night, my husband and I were trying to decide what restaurant

to go to for my birthday dinner. We’re tossing around ideas when “T” (my 5-year-old) says:

“Can we go to Burger King?”

So, I say, “No, sweetie, mommy doesn’t want to go to Burger King for her birthday dinner.”

He scrunches up his face and replies, “Ohhh, that hurts like the dickens!”

I couldn’t stop laughing about that one, and of course, since he knew I found it funny, the rest of the night his response to everything was ‘that hurts like the dickens!’

So, today, I’m staring at my computer, three pages into chapter seven and I have the overwhelming urge to shout at the top of my lungs, “this hurts like the dickens!” One of these days, a chapter will actually come easy to me.

One of these days…

This past weekend my husband needed to go down to Tucson to pick up a car and wanted me to come with. I said, that’s fine, I just don’t want to have to drive through the snake river canyon in the dark on the way back.

So, he promised we’d leave in plenty of time to get through the canyon during the daylight hours.

Of course, we ended up leaving later than planned, then we had to stop for dinner. The sun starts going down and wouldn’t you know it, we hit the canyon, and boom, the sun sinks. The road through the canyon twists and turns as well as descends on an 8% grade. It’s also one lane in either direction and a loonng way down.

Now, while this makes me nervous, what makes me more nervous is the other cars that think going 60 mph around these curves is normal and you should get out of their way. Luckily, there wasn’t too much traffic. But still….

This is me:

This is me driving through the Snake River Canyon:

Any questions?

Good. Now, today I’ve turned one year older, and I can already tell that I’m not liking it very much. But, heck, it could be worse. I could still be driving through the Snake River Canyon.