Not that I was planning to. Really. But you know, some days you think, “Well if I DID walk in the sun like a sun lemming, at least I wouldn’t have to clean up this enthusiastic spray of dog sick I have just discovered in my guest room.”
One: My book is sitting by Stephen King’s book on the bus. THEY MIGHT SHARE LUNCH. THEY MIGHT MAKE OUT.
Translation: A Grown-Up Kind of Pretty has made the Audible All-Stars List. This is a list of Audible’s highest rated listens for the last three months.
As Maisy Jane says, Super-Teh-Coolz. (The slang of nine year olds. SO. Freakin. Weird.) I love getting to read my own audio books, and stuff like this helps it keep happening.
I am going to shoot 2 fingers of bourbon (I can’t actually shoot two of the cupcakes we are going to reverently discuss in just a moment because it is LENT…) and then climb up on top of the roof and yell THANK YOU to all the people who listened to the audio, liked it, and took the time to say so on the interwebz.
But the sun-lemmign bit is how secretly tickled in the giblets I am to be on same list as Stephen King. There are little King shout outs in most of my novels. I fell in love with Salem’s Lot and the Stand when I was a kid, and he has had me in his reader-pocket every since.
Now all I have to do is grab my cupcake-n-cocktail obsessed friend Karen Abbott and GET TO COLORADO…
It is Lydia’s book.
It is SHINE SHINE SHINE.
It’s an amazing and ambitious tale about robots, true love, motherhood, and what it means to be human.
So, for my fellow Sun Lemming Wannabes, you best of all possible best beloveds who have woken to find your own metaphorical spray of dog sick splashed across the guest room of your life, a question:
What are YOUR silly, or small, or personal, or dear, or secret reasons for staying uncrispyfied? NO CLAIMING “THE LOVE OF MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN” or “MY FAITH IN THE MAN’S ESSENTIAL GOODNESS.” Let’s just put those huge ones up as gimmes. Share please…. Quite frankly, I could use a few more reasons.