Feeling like bloody hell this morning. Somehow have another cold even though I just got over one. How is that even possible? Spent most of the night coughing and unable to breathe, so I'm feeling fresh as a daisy now. Which is unfortunate because I'm hosting my book club tonight, and there are surfaces to scrub and brownies to bake. Must try not to insert cooties in bounteous repast.
I'm going to be pretty busy feeling sorry for myself today, so I think I'll give you lovely Readers a break from my epic posts. It has not escaped my notice they've been a bit EXTRAVAGANT of late. Which reminds me, this 24-hour break gives you a chance to scroll back and peruse some of the gems that might have gotten lost in the cornucopia of bloggy goodness in the recent weeks of plenty. I see you have been stopping by; now consider leaving a token of your affection in the form of a comment (pretty please, with frosting on top?)
Only one more week until the famine. A toast to your health with my lemonade martini.
P.S. Book club just finished. Feeling all warm and fuzzy. We've been together since 2000. Often we don't talk about the book (tonight was no exception--but it was Mary Karr's Lit, if you're interested) but we do talk, oh how we talk, and we LAUGH. And we eat. I made tomato bisque, bruschetta with pears and spinach salad. And brownies. And lemonade martinis. Which not ONE person refused. I was really quite smashed, which seemed to help me move past the bloody hell sensation--nice. Next book: Robert Goolrick's A Reliable Wife.
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Me be silent? That is very strange.
Hope you feel better. At least you've now found the cure. With love.
I wish I knew people who would be interested in book clubbing.
Honestly, this is terrible, but outside of school I don't have a single friend who reads.And it's like WTH man? Who doesn't read? Don't they know what they are missing?
I mean...Dr.Claw will kind of pick up a book and start it but he's always "too busy"...
I don't get it because I'm the one standing in a used book store contemplating whether that copy of Kafka or Marques is more important than the phone bill, haha.
The scariest thing about it is one of those people, the non-readers, is "writing a novel" apparently.
I ... just don't get it.
You're such a grown-up with book clubs and martinis. Feel better soon.
What better to go with LIT than a couple of martinis?!
I need a good book to recommend for my next bookclub (it's my turn in 2 weeks and I must have a book chosen) -- any suggestions? Lix
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