"Mar," I hear, "I want you to post again."
DAMN. My husband is worse than my readers! Demanding more. So here it is. Something. Up on the internet.
But I'm busy! Kat and I have both been editing Fetch pieces all day, as the launch of the magazine is rapidly approaching. Not that either of us are freaking out.
Also - I've had a sneak peak at the design of the magazine website? INTENSELY good.
Tonight, though, I get to meet Matt's boss for the year at a BBQ. I'm a little nervous, but since I've been hanging out with his future coworkers all week and they don't hate me yet... I have faith. But I still get nervous.
And Akron is fun. I've been up to Peninsula for beers and wings with the boys (and a run in with a pack of raccoons), and over to Cuyahoga Falls for Italian (The waitress called us drunks: "You realize that a carafe of wine is eight glasses" she chided us when we ordered, and I replied, "Yes, there are 3 of us." But what I should have said was, "Eight glasses? Then we'll need two carafes.")
If I only meet some girlfriends soon, I'll be set.
(The job search starts tomorrow. Scary.)