You don't work. You don't vote.

.....what do you do?

You'd think that with all this time on my hands I'd have written the great American (no wait, Canadian?) novel by now. And I would have--*honest*--if it weren't for all the laundry and driving and cleaning and driving and more laundry (and did I mention driving?) I'd like to say that we are a one vehicle family by choice--that it's our way of reducing our carbon footprint--but if you recall yesterday's post vis-á-vis college then, well....you get the picture. Hence the driving.

And I don't expect any pity about the book. It's my own fault for not getting it done. A wise man by the name of J.R.R. Tolkien once wrote, "It's a job that's never started that takes the longest to finish."

On a sightly different note, it just occurred to me that I'm in big trouble when (and if) the time comes when I am legally able to work in this country. I don't remember how to do it. How to reset my internal clock for it. How to dress for it. As my darling 8 year old child proclaimed yesterday morning on the way to school, "I have fashion sense. ALL girls have fashion sense. Except Mom. She just wears grey and beige all the time." Urk.

Oh, and speaking of the cost of college....hope springs eternal. Ladies and gentleman, once again I present you with, "THE College Fund DONATION BUTTON."