Why, yes, she is the motherfucking princess, why do you ask?
We’ve been doing a lot of dancing lately. Isobel’s working on becoming a triple threat: she sings (well, kind of skats, but if it was good enough for Ella…), dances (also known as swinging hips and pumping fists in the air) and we’ve just gotta think of the third thing. Does throwing things at her mother count?
I’m coming down to another wire. There’s always wires I’m coming down to, it seems.
This one includes the launch of the new site this weekend (90% set-up, just needs content and links added), GST reporting and databases completed by the end of the month and also my self-inflicted “move the ex’s stuff out” deadline. Also by the end of the month.
Yet, I find myself with a sense of serenity. Maybe it’s that I’m not sweating everything lately. I’m just like, breathing and dealing.
And dancing, of course.
