My life is brilliant.

It is.

I’ve touched a moon rock. And I’ve seen not one, but three moose. Up close, even. I’ve had a bear sit on my car. I managed to swim across the Pemigewasset River and back without drowning. Naked.  I did scream when the little fish nibbled on my toes, though. I’ve eaten a whole lobster tail at Mike’s Pastry in Boston and lived to tell about it.  

I graduated college and didn’t do too shabby. (Go Wildcats!) I’ve snorted a Frostee. It was an accident, I promise, but not as horrible an experience as one would think. I’ve hung upside down from one of the trees on Robert Frost’s farm. If you ever do it yourself, I suggest wearing pants.

I stumbled upon the perfect man, and somehow he convinced me to marry him. I ended up the mom of two young men who are destined to break some girls’ hearts.  I’ve sat down in a doctor’s office and been handed some of the worst news possible. I didn’t flinch once when he told us life was never going to be okay for our son. And funnily enough, it’s all been very okay.

Oh, and four cats made me their lackey.

And somewhere along the way, I became a writer who's penned exactly two and one-half books. Quirky, sometimes romantic, and hopefully, outrageously funny ones. They might not even be half bad.

See? It’s been absolutely brilliant so far.

It hasn’t been perfect, though.

I haven’t met Stephen King. Which is very unfair. My uncle had him as a teacher. My husband’s boss went to the King’s Halloween party. I swear, everyone I know has met him. Me? Nothing. So not fair. I still haven’t made it to a Jimmy Buffett concert. This, too, is unfair. And I’ve never had a sip of Scotch. But, you know, I’m not sure I want to. I’ve never gotten a tattoo. That one’s for my mom, though. And I haven’t yet won the lottery. Yet. Even ten bucks would be nice, so I’m working hard on that one.

I haven’t had my books published, either. But that’s a yet too. Because I think I can. I hope I can. I’m working even harder on that one. Meanwhile, I think my life is still pretty brilliant.

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