Well, Looky There, Hep Cats and Hep Kitties,
We made it through another epic week of chaos brought to you by Captain Crazy Town Banana Pants and his crew of Creepers. Can I get a what, what? Or a vodka martini with extra olives? Six of one...
Maintaining this level of constant outrage is exhausting. Somehow, though, I've managed to beat back the shingles into a hasty retreat. I still have the nerve pain, which is not much fun. I avoided the worst part of the virus, through sheer grit, determination, and the daily mantra, "I don't have time for this shit."
It may also have something to do with the anti-virals. It surely is not because my stress level has decreased.
In other news, I am making headway on The Book, which is good! What's The Book, you ask? Why, thanks for asking, let me tell you! It's my full length hardcover humor book about being a woman over 50 in a youth obsessed world. Or really, it's a guidebook for surviving and thriving after 50. Or it's a book of personal essays, poems, listicles, and rants about my experiences as a woman over 50 with some unsolicited advice for other women over 50 who wish to #agedisgracefully and #disruptaging.
Coming Fall 2017 to a book store near you! Stay tuned!
Tonight's The Lady Party Live will go on as scheduled at 8pm EST on my Facebook page. I will not shy away from topical topics, though I am still recovering from shingles and my hair is not pretty, people, so who knows where the night and the champagne cocktails will lead us. Tune in to see which jaunty chapeau I don to disguise my roots.
Maybe she's born with it, maybe she dyes it pink.
And on that note, I bid the adieu. Catch y'all this evening, toss on your PJs, pour yourself a cuppa what pleases you, and stretch your typing fingers to join the conversation.