I want to write something, and since writing my book requires that I delve into some biographies I don’t quite feel like delving into at this exact moment, you are the lucky duckies who get to read my words.

Read my words!!!!

I’m trying to figure out some very important things right now, like which super powers I would choose if someone came along distributing them. Thanks to Wonder Woman, I always liked the idea of spinning around and becoming someone else in a flash of light, but perhaps what I crave is not a star-spangled bikini but just a secret identity. I think my actual super power would be controlling people’s minds to make them buy my furniture. Not that they should need controlling, since my furniture is better than other people’s furniture, but one likes to ensure a steady income.

Speaking of secret identities and my store, I have devised an alias for when I work behind the café counter and someone comes in and says, “Are you new? I haven’t seen YOU before!” My alias is Adam, the new barista. Now I just need to get those plugs that put big holes in my earlobes like all the other baristas, but Rob thinks they are ugly and I don’t want him to think I’m ugly even though MY BODY = MY CHOICE. I choose not to be ugly to my husband even though I want big holes in my earlobes.

But, see, if I could control people’s minds, I’d make him like them, and I’d also make him buy me an Aeron® chair.