On a lighter note if you've read any of my blogs and most haven't you would have read about Steven King's name not being on my birth certificate. It still isn't but the one who told me my book wasn't a Steven King is finally reading my book with an open mind and I'm totally proud of him. Of course I could forgive him just about anything. He's my older brother and growing up he was my knight in shining armor. Hey, he was a cool big brother. He often slayed the dragon for me and then turned around and taught me that not all dragons are bad and I fell in love with them. Don't believe me, you should see my collection. One even bites.
Actually I have three brothers I'm more than a little proud of. Yes, at times they have tried my patience, and others they have down right pissed me off but for the most part they have been a great bunch of guys. There was another but we lost him a few years ago and we still miss him. He probably was the biggest pain in the butt but he was the oldest and sometimes he pushed that a little too hard but he was funny. I never quite understood women's attraction for him after he got a little older. He was on the short side as well as a little heavy and after about forty pretty much bald. The thing was he had a set of the prettiest blue eyes with lashes that went on forever and a smile that would melt the heart of anyone. I miss him so much and tomorrow is his birthday. Happy birthday Tony and I still love you and wish everyday you were still here.
OK enough of the sappy crap. So if anyone wants to come kick my bottom you have my permission and I deserve it.