Happy Birthday to Us!
Love- Slave to the Sheikh
Doncha love the way he's not even remotely dark-skinned? And I would say those are bubbles cleverly hiding her protuberances (but not his) but now that I look closer they aren't even bubbles. Just sort of froth, or mist. And if the water's that steamy, her makeup is gonna streak down around her neck by the time she turns around. At which point, he's gonna scream. And his palace guards will rush in and try to kill her. Which would be absolutely freaking awesome to have in a book, y'know? Certainly a more imaginative way to interrupt their first crumpet attempt than the usual ways; and the first time a couple goes beyond a tonsil swab they are always interrupted. It's a law.
Thank you to our blog friends whose witty comments always outdo our posts; if DQ or Bernita can e-mail me with directions on putting up a blog-link, please do because I don't know how and the directions Blogger sent me read like Fish can swim. Why are dogs brown? We want to link to you guys, so others can enjoy your blogs even though you have better posts and we really shouldn't allow that. Honestly, we were amazed that anyone did comment in the first place. And when our regulars commented frequently, I was like "EEEEE! We have groupies! We're The Beatles!" And Missie was there to say, "Robyn, we have 240 hits a week, and half of that is us checking for new messages. We're not even The Monkees. You're not drinking decaf today, are you?"
I never realized what a great experience this blog would be. How fun, how cool, how therapeutic. Missie found a great bunch of moms to help her celebrate the joys and sympathize with the tribulations of her baby girl's first year. (And my poor girl is coping with work and a baby with four teeth coming in at the same time. Everybody kitty up- we're buying her a drink. Whether for Missie or the baby, I don't imagine she cares much right now.) And I found a supportive group of Authors In Varying Stages of Publishing, which I expected. I also had a wonderful vehicle to express or withdraw from my grief when my mother died, which I did not expect.
Again, thanks for a great year. And may your life be filled with good friends, good books, and lots of tea and crumpets.