The Best Mood For Writing

Hey guys. My bad on the whole non-blogging month of February. Busy and in no mood to write. Sucky. However, my mood has drastically changed as of a whole five minutes ago. I met my writing inspiration: Karen Kingsbury... in STARBUCKS. It's like 2 dreams in one.
Mom and I just landed in Miami 2 hours ago, and tomorrow we will set sail for the tropics. KK is hosting a group on the cruise, and we just happened to 'run into each other' (Side note: How many people can say that? 'Ya, so today I was just, you know, grabbin' a Tall Non-Fat Decaf Latte at the Buck and along walks in one of the women who inspired me to start writing in the first place. Like, obviously, a daily, casual occurrence that's no big deal. NOT. [the other woman shall remain nameless at this time]').

Most of you know me as the type who tends to speak her mind. Not today. Completely starstruck. I shyly approach her entourage, and quietly asked for picture. Boy, I'm sure glad I did because now I have solid proof of this encounter. This is not my imagination. I repeat, this is not my imagination. See:

Also, because I promised, here's a pic of the house. But this really doesn't matter to me at all right now. It's completely out of obligation.

Inter Office Emails

Sorry I've negleted you. I've been busy.

House. Dog. Job.

Anyway, this post will hopefully tie you over until I can post pics of the house, the dog, and maybe I'll throw one in there of me and the hubby.

So I've joined the world of inter office emails. So has Ryan. To sum it up, it bothers me. These emails are basically a device that allows one person to send a message to another person that could be a maximum of 10 feet away. Is it seriously impossible to just get out of your office chair and side step twice to give them the message in person? To me, this system is the equivilent of high school girls texting each other during class while they sit beside each other. You can't tell me there is no difference.

Another parallel: Receiving the text message 'K' from a person who decides that it's necessary to let you know they understand. Wouldn't they let you know if they didn't? Can't we just take silence as understanding sometimes? I'll admit, I've sent one or two 'K's in my time, but usually I send them while I'm in a state of ditz.

Have any inter office email stories for me? Share them, please :)