I am doing the Happy Dance.
Sade is releasing a new cd on Feb. 8th.
It will be endlessly looped for days on end- loudly. I wonder how much notice I need to give the neighbors?
Maybe Sade and I can road trip together. Have a mini vacation. Just me and Sade. In the car for hours on the open road. Like Thelma and Louse, but without the crazy shit, and  with non-stop singing.
Gotta go. I have much to do before Sade’s arrival.

Dear Santa,
I’m pretty sure that you don’t get many letters from grown-ups, but I thought I would just put it out there, in case you were feeling a tad bit generous towards the over 40 crowd this year.
Really, I hope you don’t want me to get into the whole naughty/nice thing, ’cause, we kind of know that’s all relative.
I’m not asking for much, just one of the following:
The Nook, or course. B&N says it’s not available until January ’cause they have pre-sold their loot. But you know, you being Santa …

I know this picture is all kinds of wrong, but it so fits how I feel when I get Twitter slimed.
You know the drill.  You get the email saying “First and Last Name is following you.” You get excited when you click on their profile because they look like a normal person, not the porno king or queen of the week. Until you get to their website, and it’s one big advertisement, telling you how different they are from other marketers, how you can trust them because they make …

Remember yesterday I posted about the guy who uses his smart phone to write his novels?
And remember how I said no thanks?
Well, all day yesterday I was thinking about the possibility.  I know it’s crazy.  But I’m wondering if I can do it for just an hour.    
If I try it, it’ll be this weekend when things are a little calmer.  And then I’ll report back to you guys. And you can tell me I’m nuts.  
Just call it the mid life diva’s version of Jackass.