Ten Things I Will Accomplish Before I'm Forty

*Note: This bog is inspired by my best buddy Rebecca's blog, Ten Things I Want to Do Before I Die. Since I don't like to think about kicking off, I will modify my list. Of course I don't like to think about turning forty either, but...

1. Have at least one book published (Campfire Secrets, written with my buddy Becc) with another well underway.

2. Buy my husband his dream pickup truck with proceeds from mentioned novel.

3. Have a short story published in Glimmer Train or Zoetrope Magazine.

4. Know three languages in addition to my native English: Spanish, French, Italian.

5. Finish my Bachelor's Degree. Finally.

6. Get a tummy tuck and possibly a boob lift. Hey, my body worked hard having those three kids! It deserves a little pick-me-up.

7. Establish a reading schedule in which I am able to read popular fiction, literature, and good biographies on a regular basis. Reading is, and has always been, very important to me.

8. Hubby and I to go on one super-romantic trip to a far-away place where the water is blue and the sand is white.

9. Lose the last twenty pounds that are hanging onto my body with annoying tenacity.

10. Win the lottery. It could happen.

That's all for now, my friends. Hang loose.

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I got old gloomy himself, Edgar Allen Poe.
Here's what he said when I made the first move:

Edgar Allan Poe responds... "Why, why, oh why must you haunt my waking nightmares with your presence? I shall go mad. Madness! It consumes me! I must give in and agree to see you, or else I shall never find peace."

What your date might be like...You might end up at the local library, or you might end up at the local Goth club. Either way, expect Poe to be quiet, reserved, and a bit shy. He's an elegant speaker when given the opportunity, but will usually try to avoid standing out in a crowd. For a modest but more enjoyable evening, take him to a quiet, unpopulated spot, like a cellar or a cemetery.