This weekend was fun. Thanks for having me, guys! Now, if you are a member of my family and you feel you haven't seen enough of me lately, tough luck. Get in your car and come see me. The Paneled Palace is open for visitors, but only if you give us at least 20 minutes of warning. ;)
Anyway, you know how sometimes I like to read garbage? (see Shannon's post-I prefer my trash to be less trashy, and more ridiculous, with cringeworthy dialogue-hey, the same goes for my TV garbage!) I also like to watch mindless garbage on TV sometimes. Tonight I turned to One Tree Hill for that frivolous pleasure. I have been recording the episodes and saving them for a day such as this, but the episode I turned on wound up being all morbid and depressing. I guess lately my guilty pleasures have not been turning out the way I want them to. Nuts... Although this evening, I did find something eminently more entertaining than trashy romance novels. If you're lucky, maybe I'll share it with you at a later date. Let's just say Shannon and I could hardly breathe it was so funny.
Also, Shannon gets to be a contributing author because last night she was catching up on my blog, although I don't know why, since she's always either there for things I write about, or she hears about them, and she said she had things to say. She wants to correct my revisionist history. Namely, where in the post about books, I said I spilled daiquiri on The Kite Runner one slightly tipsy day at the pool. Honestly, it was more than slightly tipsy. ;)
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Hey, we're allowed to remember things differently (or not at all) to protect ourselves from what actually happened. It's cool.
Yeah, that's what I thought, but she was like, SLIGHTLY TIPSY?! So I said fine and invited the gmail address I use for junk to be an author and set it up for her. And here we are. And then she wrote that post, and that is far worse than telling people I was dead drunk in the middle of the day next to water. Since I am the originating author and I set up the gmail account she's using, I can edit her posts, but she can't do that same to mine. So I could delete it, but I won't because it's kind of funny, and it's true. And she was super excited about it.
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