Bombshell Manual of Style - in action, as foretold by prophesy:

It's Thursday morning. I pull out my blue pinstripe shirt, black creased-down-the-middle pants and my hot black boots. It's a meeting morning. I hustle to work, making sure my shoddy nailpolish is sufficiently removed. Nothing worse than an unmanicured hand, except for one that's chipping.

By 8:10 I am in the office, slicing pumpkin bread, toasting cinnamon raisin rolls and arranging neatly on a show plate from the design room. 8:10 and a half is when my boss lets me know the meeting will not be here, but we are instead going to the boats. First thought . . ."High heel boots?" They were perfect for the carpeted meeting, but jumping from boat to boat? My perfectly mascara-ed eyelashes widen to reveal a confident eye, braced with tenacity and a determination not to fall into the Puget Sound. I'll deal.

8:34 - Our first meeting: 40' pleasure boat, nasty marina, slippery wood, our contact lost his measuring tape to the bottom of the canal, but all balance-requiring accessories, including the ever-so-cute tote were all in tow. Thank you, kinetic sense.

Meeting 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6: 5 different cruise ships. HFC! The highlight of this meeting was when we had to jump from ship to ship across at least a 2' water gap. Man #1 went in front of me. Man #2 took my bag from me as I took Man #1's hand. The only thing that would have been more perfect is if - mid jump - the wind caught my hazelnut curly locks in time for a side-glance paparazzi shot. I landed safely, to say the least. And here I am to talk about it.

Tonight I went to the airport with my friend Mike and his friend Josh. It was so great to see that side of the Mike I work with every day. Sometimes I forget that he isn't 20 like the rest of us. Tonight I remembered and it was like a breath of fresh air. My softer side is coming back. It's paying off. Totally got hit on last night by cute guy at photo counter. Brandon called. He's made dinner reservations. How great is that? A man with a plan. This will be good.

Christi called and we chatted tonight. She thinks I am going to marry an older man. Why? "Because guys your age are scared of how cool you are." I love my sister.