Wittie Cooper Writes Again

Time really does heal all.  Especially your ego. Last Sunday I accompanied my friend Brittany to the Tampa Bay Bridal Expo in St. Petersburg.  I love all things weddings, so I was excited she invited me.   Of course the best part of going to one of these bridal expos is not actually being the bride.  Anytime an overly-enthusiastic vendor stepped forward and asked who the bride was, I practically shoved poor Brittany at them.  Thankfully Brittany has most of her vendors already picked out and booked for her wedding so they mostly left us alone.   And after we got over the initial guilt of disappointing the vendors, we were able to enjoy all the other perks of being there.  We sampled buffet lines of pastas and cheese, luscious cakes and sweets, and even a drink or two (some we knew to be non-alcoholic, but I'm not so sure about that agave mojito.  I felt reeeeally good after that one).  And we still had a blast seeing the different pro...

I think I may be evil. Even worse, I think I might be e-veeel.  Those extra consonants signify the severity of my malevolence. Yeah, I'm guilty of all the other typical "bad" stuff that we all do.  Like, framing my kid for eating the last donut hole.  Or taking credit for a group gift before I've handed in my financial contribution.  Or secretly hoping a cop shows up to pull over the jackass that's been riding my ass for miles and who then suddenly breaks free to go 60 in a 35 mph zone.  That's all normal "bad" behavior.  It's not even that bad, really.  I've probably done worse stuff but I don't feel comfortable detailing it here, in front of God, Allah, Cher, or whatever one-named deity you pray to. But I will admit to this... A few weeks ago I was going for one of my jogs around the neighborhoods.  As much as I am not an "outdoorsy" type, I've always loved jogging outside. The fresh air and freedom to go any...

I finally got it!  I finally got it, and it was such a relief! I got the urge to clean! After weeks of staring at the piles of junk sitting on my bathroom countertops and dust collecting on my nightstand, I had had it.  Enough was enough. I did the only thing I could think of. I sat down and I read. Now I didn't pick up any ol' book just to procrastinate-- as I said, I finally had the urge to clean.  I finally picked up Marie Kondo's infamous tome on tidying, "The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up". I had several friends who read the book and swore by some of her methods for cleaning up, but I had been putting off reading it.  I mean, a book about tidying up?  I mean, I once watched a documentary about a parking lot (true story) but how interesting or (dare I say it) "life-changing" could tidying up be? As it turns out, quite a bit. After my schooling ended and I began to get a grasp on my new job routine, I think my mind finally beg...