I don’t get Brad Pitt. He was on some mag cover this morning in the grocery store check-out lane and I thought the same thing I think every time I see him–I don’t get it. I don’t get his charm or attraction or sex appeal. I mean he seems like a decent enough guy and he’s not gross and disgusting, but I’m not seeing that other stuff either. It sort of makes me feel like a sex-appeal moron, as in the rest of the world knows something that has escaped me. 
I’m STILL working on this book. I’ve got about 30 pages to go. Please, everyone who reads this, pause to send me some writing vibes. :rolleyes:
The Girl is psyched. We leave next week for a couple of days hiking on the Appalachian Trail. It’ll be her first time out. How ready for a shower do you think she’ll be after four days without one? 
She asked me where we changed into our night clothes. Me: “Well, you sit at the head of your sleeping bag and pull off your boots and you’re ready for bed.” :P :O :P :O The look on her face was priceless.
I still haven’t made it to the hair salon. Yes. I still have the bush head, complete with roots. I think I’d better find the time in finishing this book to at least get a cut, because the hair thing’s definitely working my sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated nerves. I’ve even had more than a fleeting thought about digging out the electric trimmers, slapping a number two blade guard on that sucker and shaving my own head. It would grow back. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t look like Demi in GI Jane, so I guess I better make that appointment, huh?
Back to work…
Jen
