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Hey, I have big news!
1. This morning, when looking up the website of the awful bookclub book, I noticed this in the top paragraph:
"Glenn Beck said, “It’s Evans’ best yet…a fantastic book and a fantastic message…It is really the spirit of what I’ve been talking about for a while now.”
Well, it all makes sense now why it's such a terrible book. I'm giving the host the benefit of the doubt here - perhaps she just wanted something holiday-themed and chose rashly. I am now beginning to gleefully hunger for how I will rip this book into a bloody mess. I am the predator, and this book is my prey, and you all are turned to the Discovery Channel to witness the smell of bad book blood as it wafts up my nose and rouses me from my slumber. I snuffle, sneeze, and cock one eyebrow. My belly rumbles and we all know perfectly well that this book is in for a severe disembowelment. Stay tuned!
2. Mom and I officially got a double book offer, for our two children's books. Remember the ten lines or so that I posted last spring? Mom has been illustrating, and plus we did this before, a couple years ago, so there are two whole books. Over the summer, a publisher bit, and today we got a real live offer. So cool.
3. While I was on the phone with Mom and Dad, revelling, Jammies called to say that daycare called to say that Hawaiian Punch had been puking all day and needed to be picked up. So I rushed there to get her. For the next five hours, she slept on me. We just stepped off the daily routine. I kept the radio and TV off. I watched the shadows and absent-mindedly played online with one hand. Every twenty minutes or so, she awoke and screamed a little. And then she'd abruptly fall asleep, mid-scream. I gave her some pedialyte, which she has kept down.
She has had a cold for most of her life, but I've never seen her so exhausted. Poor sweetie Punch.
1. This morning, when looking up the website of the awful bookclub book, I noticed this in the top paragraph:
"Glenn Beck said, “It’s Evans’ best yet…a fantastic book and a fantastic message…It is really the spirit of what I’ve been talking about for a while now.”
Well, it all makes sense now why it's such a terrible book. I'm giving the host the benefit of the doubt here - perhaps she just wanted something holiday-themed and chose rashly. I am now beginning to gleefully hunger for how I will rip this book into a bloody mess. I am the predator, and this book is my prey, and you all are turned to the Discovery Channel to witness the smell of bad book blood as it wafts up my nose and rouses me from my slumber. I snuffle, sneeze, and cock one eyebrow. My belly rumbles and we all know perfectly well that this book is in for a severe disembowelment. Stay tuned!
2. Mom and I officially got a double book offer, for our two children's books. Remember the ten lines or so that I posted last spring? Mom has been illustrating, and plus we did this before, a couple years ago, so there are two whole books. Over the summer, a publisher bit, and today we got a real live offer. So cool.
3. While I was on the phone with Mom and Dad, revelling, Jammies called to say that daycare called to say that Hawaiian Punch had been puking all day and needed to be picked up. So I rushed there to get her. For the next five hours, she slept on me. We just stepped off the daily routine. I kept the radio and TV off. I watched the shadows and absent-mindedly played online with one hand. Every twenty minutes or so, she awoke and screamed a little. And then she'd abruptly fall asleep, mid-scream. I gave her some pedialyte, which she has kept down.
She has had a cold for most of her life, but I've never seen her so exhausted. Poor sweetie Punch.