Cloudy Wether likes to get my attention by ramming me in the butt when I’m not looking. Now, I have installed an early warning system:
I never knew it before: Cow bells are really loud! I hear Cloudy now, wherever he is.
Goodreads has contests out to give away one copy of all of my coloring books. Deadline: Midnight, November 16, 2016. (That’s today!)
First, enter to win the haunting drawings and haiku poetry of Coloring Inside the Dreams:
Then, enter to win the silliest thing you’ve ever experienced:
And finally, sign up to win a fantasy trip to Cloud County, where fairies make magical music:
It’s like the Love Boat, only sleazier. Our eighteen-year-old heroine (me, Shoshanah, years and years ago) travels across the United States by Greyhound bus, with only her Grace Kelly coat and her Elements of Style book to protect her. Original art work (by me, again) adds to this eccentric tale of travel on the cheap in 1993. Both terrifying and hilarious, this ill-conceived road trip is doomed from the start. It’s funny because it’s 99% true.
Enter the giveaway at Goodreads:
My daughter has a thing for suits. She’s nine, and she hates to wear dresses. A few weeks ago, she was asking questions,
“Can girls wear suits? Because I really like suits. And I want one.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sure. But they look a little bit different from a men’s suit.”
“But it’s a suit?” she asked. “With pants? Not a dress, but pants?”
“Oh, definitely. Hillary Clinton wears pantsuits all the time.”
“Oh, yeah! But what do they look like?” She asked.
“I’m sure there’s a picture on the internet.”
I looked on my phone. I found this picture:
“Wo–ho!!! Let me see that!” Z grabbed the phone from me to look closer. “That is so cool! Those are all the same lady?”
“Yep, she’s got them in every color.”
“I like that,” She said.
Then I got distracted, as one does. A few minutes later, Z started giggling the laugh she does when she’s done something slightly naughty, but mostly just goofy.
“What are you up to?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing,” she said, and hid my phone under her butt. I grabbed my phone from under her butt, as one does, and this is what my phone looked like (except with last month’s date):
She made Hillary Clinton the background on my phone. I laughed for about five minutes. And then I left it. It’s been like that for a month or so, now.
By the way, does anyone know where you can buy an aquamarine pantsuit in a girl’s size ten?