Resolutions? What resolutions?
Every damn year. It took me just one week to fall flat on my ass.
Jesse has been home more often than not lately and that means zero writing. I don't care that he reads someone else's Drarry story over my shoulder, but reading mine is just... eee. I don't even like him to watch me write a facebook status. There's just something in the process of writing that makes me feel super, super vulnerable.
My world has kind of narrowed to my business and my wedding. Which, isn't entirely bad, but it's still not great.
On the bright side, focusing on my business has its rewards. I've made nearly $700 this month. So, I can feel pretty good and justified about that. I shudder to think about what I'll owe come tax time, but I think I'm going to file quarterly to keep that blow as low as possible.
We got our sand unity items last night as well as everything we need for party favors. I could post pictures of our stuff, but I'm not sure how much interest anyone would have in that.