Well off for another adventure with another story. Working on the fourth book. Hasn't been two years yet and I've finished three and well into the fourth at this point. My brother says I've become a writing maniac.
I'm sorry for the lack of humor of late. Too busy with the crazy stuff that goes on in my life to find time to find the humor. Oh not that there isn't any just to busy to stop and see it yet.
When I can stop and laugh at the crazy crap I've got myself into I'll be happy to relay it for those that might enjoy it. After all what could be funnier than a crazy old lady making a fool out of herself.
Oh did you guys know that there are really big ovens in most restaurants that can hold a whole person. I found this out when I asked a young man waiting on my husband and me one day. My Buddy was being particularly cute that day and was picking on me. I told him I was going to shove him in an oven and proceeded to ask the young man if there was one on the property big enough to suite my needs. He informed me that there was and he would be more than happy to turn his back for me to get Buddy inside if I thought I could accomplish this feat.
I have since asked a couple of more places if they had one big enough for a human body and found out there are a lot of them. My big surprise was that no one seems to be shocked or surprised by my quarry but actually seem to exhibit a great deal of glee at the prospect. Obviously I wasn't the first to think of this and there are a lot of people out there in danger of being shoved in an oven and the door slammed behind them. Who knew there where so many people who had others they wanted to knock of. No wonder I've always loved horror stories. They're small children's fairy tales compared to what goes on in the minds of real seemingly normal people. Now I'm scared.