Monday, December 14, 2009

Dribs and Drabs

I guess I've officially entered into Christmas "red alert" mode. I've got something going on every night this week, but I am comforted by the thought that this busy-ness is only temporary. Am I the only one who needs a lot of down time in order to recharge? Being introverted isn't always easy, folks!

Anyhoo, I had book club tonight. It was our first time having the meeting at someone's house and it was nice. If I was a good womanly type person, I would clean my house and host it sometime. Not bloody likely though.

We discussed Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas by James Patterson. Here are a few of my snarky thoughts about it.

1. In what alternate universe is it acceptable to write a "diary" to your infant son in which you describe in detail the first time you and his father had sex? Seriously? Who does that?!
2. I can suspend my disbelief enough to enjoy books about vampires and werewolves and wizards, but I cannot suspend my disbelief enough to read romance novels.
3. Just because someone interjects "Dear Nicholas," into every other page of a story does not make it a diary.
4. The characters are completely flat and the story is predictable.
5. I cannot imagine that this story would have been published if James Patterson had not written it, but alas, some people love it.


OK, I will read something else before I go to bed in order to cleanse the palate.

Speaking of palates, I have an over-abundance of dirt cake if anyone wants some. I made some for the party tonight and I have lots left over. I wonder if it freezes well...anybody know?

Oh, here's a funny story. Butter has been being kind of cantankerous (shocking!) when I crate her at night, so I spend a lot of time yelling from the other room for her to be quiet. One night, I was so fed up with her because she wouldn't quit with her boisterous outbursts, so I came storming through the house yelling all the way about how she was driving me crazy and that I was going to sell her to the circus and whatnot, and about the time I made it halfway to her, I realized that she wasn't barking at all. My dryer had started making this God-awful noise that sounded like her bark.

Big spider!!! Big Big BIG spider!!! I have to go beat him with a fly swatter until he's in a million pieces.

1 comment:

Mary said...

I am totally with you. I desperately need my downtime. If I go too long without it...ugly, ugly things happen. :)