Nooner

Just when you think you know the real Mrs. Dub*, I shake things up with a nooner. My blogging used to be so predictable that if I didn't post by 9 a.m. my mom would call me and make sure I was alive. Most of the time, thankfully, I was. But I've realized that I'm often a slave to my - also known as Miss Dub's - schedule. So I decided to get a little crazy and post on a whim.

Things I should be doing: Making dinner for a family moving in today, editing my SIL's tween novel, envisioning world peace, potty-training Miss Dub, figuring out why the government doesn't owe me more money, building a log cabin.

Things I'm doing instead: Contemplating why some people are under the false impression that I have a life, wondering what my favorite toe nail polish color is, ignoring my hunger, mentally eating coconut cream pie.

*By the way, had I known that Mrs. Dub was going to stick, I would have put a little more thought into my pseudonym. Maybe Yvette? Or Chilequiles? Or Joan? My friend's 3-year-old daughter informed me yesterday that she is pregnant with twins named "Favey" and "Twenty." But Favey is so common, you know. Any ideas?