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Whoops, I pulled a George RR Martin!

No, no, I didn't kill off all my characters. Nor did I become unimaginably successful with my book and television series. (Sadly.) But! I did miss a deadline.

Yep, in the midst of starting a total novel rewrite, helping throw a 400-guest party for work involving the use of a cotton candy machine without a safety shield (holy sticky arm hair, Lego Batman!), and day drinking with out-of-state friends, I somehow forgot my Tuesday blog post.

I did manage to finish a whole glass of wine, though. Yup, still got it.

When your artist friends who keep you rolling in castoff pottery and custom recycled glass jewelry come around, sometimes you just have to forgo normal activities, sleep, and adulting in general for a minute.

(Necklace: Glass by Waxx

In lieu of an insincere apology, please accept this video of my friend Jeff hula hooping:


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