Life is Just Better When...

1.) You have a huge pile of books to read and you're torn between which one demands your immediate attention.

2.) You have a creative project in the works. To date, I have knit ALL of the scarf I am making for my mom for Christmas. It is longer than I am tall, and made of kinky-fuzzy-soft wool. I intend to use ribbons for the fringe. After that, I am going to hand-bind a photo album and fill it with photos I took on my trip to Vermont this August.

3.) Your editor barely touches a piece you submit her because it's next to perfect as is.

4.) You have an insanely funny mom who emails you things like this:

I ate my lunch at Chilies. Don't go there. Anyway, I've been reading this book C. lent me: "The Place in Between." It's about a trek across Afghanistan. In winter. Much snow. Land mines. The foolish beings who take on this very long walk are a nice young Scottish historian (Rory) and a very large, not tame but wonderful dog (Babur). Second to last page, the dog died. I cried. In damn Chilies.


I assured her that crying at Chilis is probably more common than she thinks (I mean, it's Chilis for crying out loud); and in fact, it inspired a new idea. Next time I want to break up with somebody, I am doing it at a Chilis. That way, I will not associate a place that I like or care about with an unpleasant memory. In fact, I bet a lot of people get dumped at Chilis. Perhaps their marketing team should explore this idea for future promotional campaigns.