I like bold type. I think once you hit forty, it's just easier to admit you're halfway blind than pretend everything's OK. I won't lie; I would really rather be painting. OR scavenging.
Today is Friday, which means "Yard Sale Day" in my neck of the woods. I like to buy weird things nobody wants and paint them. There's probably something Freudian about that, but since I slept through that part of Psych 101, I don't remember. It just seemed prudent, since I was a little hung over and didn't really want to know if I was guilty of any deviant behavioral patterns anyway.
I also like changing fonts. Not sure if that means I'm ADD, or schizophrenic, or just like different fonts. ANYWAY-after a military career spent following all directives with precise accuracy (well, sorta)-and a subsequent "career" as a professional mom (my youngest recently headed for college, hello terminal indebtedness!)- I am finally doing what I was born to do; stand in front of an easel at 2 a.m. in a t-shirt & bunny slippers, a champagne flute in one hand and a paint brush in the other. I'll keep you posted on what happens next. DJ ;-)