So, I'm sitting in my kitchen working at my laptop, as far as you know, when the doorbell rings. As any normal human being would, assuming there was a solicitor at the door or a sappy-eyed child selling diet-busting candy, I reached for my gun and slipped to the floor to avoid detection. Creeping across the hall, I lifted my head just in time to see the bestest shit-brown truck that ever existed barrel away leaving a puffy beige package on my doorstep, just like an unwanted baby...or THIS... YESSSSSSS!!! Carniepunk ARCs came!!! Now, some of you may know that this literary wonder was the brainchild of my friend and fellow Reluctant Adult, Kevin Hearne, author of such Iron Druidness as HOUNDED and star of a certain Single Ladies Dance Spectacular, featured here (feel free to witness that particular madness as you continue to read toward the inevitable contest): As excited as I am about my story in CARNIEPUNK (July 23rd), THE SWEETER THE JUICE (a post-apocalyptic zombie h...
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Happy Birthday, anyway.
This damn flu claims another victim. Sorry Jackie.
I hope she turns out just like you. :-)
I think I'm a bit late, now, but the thought was there. ;)
*hugs*
--I was just complaining about this to my hubby! LOL! And he went on to tell me about one of his dad's friends who said (in all seriousness) nipples are like the sun (I kid you not)... in the morning they are high in the sky and by evening they begin to sink below the horizon. His folks and their friends are all potsmoking hippies.
I say the bigger they are the farther they fall. Ah well...
Carol