Sweethearts, I now know how a hen feels. Or why swans take it in turns. Or why the Cuckoo drops it into someone else’s nest.
I am sitting on an egg. Which, if I want it to hatch, means I am immobilized.
I am not much into cost/benefit analysis but I am not an idiot either.
Hugs and kisses,
U
I hope this means that you have found riches. You didn’t own the parking lot that Richard III’s skeletal remains was found under, did you?
Comment by writingfeemail — February 11, 2013 @ 20:49 |
Renee, ever the optimist: No I haven’t found riches. Poverty has found me.
Yes, good old Richard. Now, apparently, Arthur is waiting his turn.
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — February 18, 2013 @ 05:52 |
Tend, Ursula. Tend away to what you will. All the rest of it can wait. I know. It’s waited for me. It’s still waiting.
Comment by Lorna's Voice — February 11, 2013 @ 22:51 |
You got me there, Lorna. A kitten chasing its own tail does come to mind.
Which reminds me: Did you know that Smashwords (at least I think it was them) let you read – spellbound – the first 41 pages of your book before they, cruelly, cut you off and ask you to bloody go and purchase it? Of course, I’ll purchase it. Why do you think I waited till after Valentine’s day – would II want to cheat you out of 25 % of the original price? Can’t wait to hear what your mother’s verdict will be.
You are a braver woman than me. If I only dished a little dust on my not so near yet dear I’d have to duck so many blunt meat cleavers flying in my direction I’d have to parachute myself into orbit.
U
Comment by bitchontheblog — February 18, 2013 @ 06:02 |
My mom keeps saying, “Lorna, I didn’t know that!” But she’s enjoying the book a lot. It’s like an “owner’s manual” for me–if you want to know why I am the way I am, read this book. My Phil told me that. He said every man should be so lucky as to have his beloved write such an honest book. He’s not so confused about my quirks.
As for my ex-husband, well, he’s pretending I never wrote it. On the rare occasions we do talk, he never brings it up. Of course, neither do I. I don’t want to be ducking from any meat cleavers thrown at me, either!
Comment by Lorna's Voice — February 19, 2013 @ 19:14 |
U
Just read your comments on hippo toms blog
Mwhhhha
That’s a kiss from you to me
Bless you x
Comment by John — February 16, 2013 @ 20:16 |
It should have read from me to you x
Comment by John — February 16, 2013 @ 20:16 |
Mwhhhha from you to me, Mwhhhha from me to you
Ursula
Comment by bitchontheblog — February 18, 2013 @ 05:50 |