Workin' My Tushy Off

Ah, if only...
Wouldn't it be nice if working that hard actually got rid
of some of the Memorial Day barbecue? I'd be able to eat
two dinners and five desserts, cuz I've been workin'!

A couple projects for the boss, three for myself. My first
real romance instead of suspense, finishing my fourth
suspense, and helping another writer with hers. Okay,
make that six desserts. Cuz my tushy's disppearing as we
speak. Yeah, right!

We sure think we work hard in this country, don't we?
But I can tell you who works harder than even a dedicated
writer. And we work hard!

Our military men and women.

They get sent wherever Uncle Sam wants to send them
whether they like it or not, even when they have wives
expecting babies, husbands trying to cope being Mr. Mom
to toddlers, and occasionally they have to do it all over again
for a second, third or fourth tour of duty. Why? Because they
are guardians of freedom and of the faith. They put their lives
on the line everyday, every hour, every minute
so we can sit here and complain about how tough life is, how
hard we work. They go even when their personal lives are interrupted in ways we can only imagine.

They fight the good fight.

Okay, time to hop off the soapbox and get back to work, after all,

I've dropped from a size 16 to a 6 just writing this post. Woohoo!

I'm workin' my tushy off word by word.

And it's time to get back to business.

God bless you troops

and God bless the USA!