Hello and happy Monday y’all!
If you haven’t already read Human Resources, Martinis, and Other Bad Things, then guess what? Today is your lucky day. And so is tomorrow, and Wednesday, because now through the 22nd you can download your copy on Amazon for free. If you don’t have an e-reader, don’t worry, you can download this free app from Amazon to access books on your PC, phone, and etch-a-sketch.
Tomorrow we’ll discuss my new book, Kikki Killmé – Ixcotep, which is the first in a series.
Okay, that’s actually it for book talk, but I do have two other completely random bits…
First, do you guys have recurring dreams? I do, a whole series of them, as a matter of fact. One has to do with waiting tables/bartending. I haven’t done either in years, but I began waiting tables at the age of 17, and in my early twenties started bartending, which was my livelihood until my late 20s. Just over a decade is a long time to do anything, so I suppose that’s why I still frequently have dreams…well, nightmares is a more accurate description. They are never happy dreams, I’m always either slammed with too many customers, or I forgot the menu and/or how to make drinks, or I showed up to work with no pants, or whatever.
So last night I had one of those nightmares. Guess who my coworkers were? Several of you guys, and the cast of True Blood. Which is totally weird, because I don’t even know what most of you look like. Anyway, the restaurant was in an old theater, and every one of you (plus Sookie) thought I was a moron, because I couldn’t walk through the rows of seats without tripping…
And in other news, it finally happened. This is a Lil Stinko story, which I try to keep at a minimum so as not to be the crazy dog woman, but those of you with a juvenile sense of humor will find it funny (which includes me, my husband, and my dad). As you know, we’ve renamed her The Tooter, and if you’re new to the Cowardly Feminist, see this post.
The other evening, I was walking down the stairs carrying Stinky, and she let one fly. Loudly. So loud that it scared her (honestly, she should be used to it by now). And of course, when I got to the bottom of the stairwell, one of my neighbors was standing there with raised eyebrows and a HUGE grin on her face. What was I going to do, point to Lil Stinko say she did it? Who would believe that?
So I waved, said hello, and kept walking. And you just know my neighbor will forever think of me as The Girl Who Farted on the Stairs.
Thanks a lot Stinko.