It seems like only yesterday that I was waxing poetic about an Amazon gift card. Oh, it was so cute, too. Thrilled to death that a million-dollar company could squeeze out a few spare bucks and leave me a gift in such a manner (no doubt after much clawing, scratching, and fighting from my wonderful editors Sarah and Simon).
Don’t ask me how it happened (nepotism), but it happened and I couldn’t be happier about it! Just think, if I could land seven more blogging gigs like this, I could think about quitting my real job if it didn’t give me health insurance! I don’t know why or when, but it’s like when I launched this humble little rant chamber, I put myself into a position as to where I could stop chasing after my dreams with the chainsaw of desire and start actually carving them into Farmer Vincent’s fritters.