Also, I got some pretty big nibbles on A Shot At Forever at the NJ conference I attended last month. I sent out three requests for fulls to major houses this week, and I just sent the full to a NY agent. (As in right now. She emailed me at 4:59pm and I sent it at 5:21 pm.) EEK!!! I'd also sent queries to four other agents on Thursday. So I've been sludging through this illness, trying to remind myself that my mc, Sheridan, drives a pickup truck, not a unicorn as I got submission packets ready.
So with my excuses out of the way, are you ready for the crazy? Remember my Trek Into The Unholy Land Of Hideous Mumus? Of course you do. Well, before we left last July on that two week rustic camping trip, I was overly determined (Nice way of saying crazy-eyed and almost demented) to use the last of the Easter Peeps.
Okay, yes, we had an overabundance of Peeps. And yes, in a slightly roundabout way that was my fault.
1. I don't like to eat Peeps.
2. I can't resist their marketing.
They were offering adorable stuffed animal peeps in a package of eight to ten marshmallow Peeps. These stuffed animals were so stinking cute, I couldn't resist.
(Damn you sophisticated marketing gurus! I've fallen into your marshmallowy clutches again!
|How can you resist a sparkly, speckled Peep in a Santa hat? I mean, c'mon!!|
So now I'm back in the same boat. I'm in a destructive cycle. We have ten peppermint Peeps that I won't touch and will only ration sparingly to the rest of my family since they're nothing but unadulterated sugar.
Which leads to disgruntledness from all fronts. The family because there's Peeps to be had, and I won't dole them out.
Me because packages of Peeps are cluttering up my already severely cluttered domicile. AND since I was raised like I was a child in the 1940s who just barely survived the Great Depression, I cannot willingly dispose of them without bursting into flaming hives of guilt.
So to solve my problem, I took them camping. And tortured them over the campfire as they'd done to me since April.
|Revenge! REVENGE!! (said like K-K-K-Ken from A Fish Called Wanda*|