I wake at 7, but it's really 8.
I lunch at 12, but it's really 1.
I dine at 6, but it's really 7.
I sleep at 11, but it's really 12.
I'm an hour more eff'd up than usual.
Monday, November 8, 2010
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The life of a writer, wife, mother and rapidly aging goddess
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About Me
- Carol Starr Schneider
- Sherman Oaks, California
- I write TV movies, plays, and humor blogs. I've got two menschy sons, a wonderful French daughter-in-law, two angel grandkids, a longtime hubby, and a Royal Rescue Pup of Questionable Lineage.
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November
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- Oscar Goes Young
- Don't Call Him Shirley
- We Won't Be Fooled Again
- Who Said What?
- I Blame Martha
- Thanksgiving Means Thanks Living
- The Dessert Maven
- The First Turkey
- Win-Win
- Marital Advice for William & Kate
- Where Did I Go Wrong?
- Don't Forget Your Tiara
- I'll Bring The Chuppah
- Sometimes My Mind Wanders
- A Phone Call from West L.A.
- Read This, You'll Feel Better
- Say It Isn't So
- Dear SJG
- Save This!
- That Should Be Illegal
- A Dance To Jill
- Look Out, Hipsters
- A Job I Wouldn't Want
- Rabbi, Interrupted
- Costume Change
- Some Are, Some Aren't
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Where am I?
ReplyDeletePlanet Earth, actual time questionable.
ReplyDeleteLOL! I hate when DST ends or begins. Or whatever the hell it's doing.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Manic! It's a big ol' pain!
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