What other things have I been into, AKA what other writing distractions have there been? Well, I have been busy making my husband mad. He's running for sheriff of our county and he's been very conscientious of his budget. Which is noble, but not a smart political move. 

I told him he needed more signs. Bigger signs. 

Now, my husband will spare no expense when it's something I want. He's never batted an eye or raised a single concern about how much my book habit costs us, but ask him to spend a bit of money on himself and he's Mr. No-Can-Do. Money spent on him is a waste of money.   

He's also a very stubborn man. 

So, I quit asking. 

I made myself "campaign manager" and under the legal advisement of my attorney-son, who assured me I did not need the candidate's permission to run ads, I took over the campaign advertising. I bought a billboard and said nothing. People texted him pictures of his face smiling down at them along the highway, he called in a huff and asked— what did you do?

I smiled and yelled, "Surprise!" 

My dad warned him what I was like. He had his chance to run thirty-two years ago.