I’ve been a horrible blogger this week. When I’ve managed to blog, it hasn’t been anything interesting. I’d like to blame my WIP on my lack of amusing posts, but it’s something worse than that. Real life. *shudders*
You know, real life…the one you live outside your books? The place we’d like to avoid, but are reminded of when you go to take a shower and realize you have no more clean towels? The place you have to return to when there’s nothing to eat? Yeah, that place. It’s been killing me this week, but I’m not going to moan about it.
I’d rather moan about something else. Like him:
I swear, I didn’t do that to his jeans. *polishes her halo* It’s Shark Week isn’t it? He looks like he might’ve run into a tiger shark…or a blue shark…no, I know. He ran into a Danica shark. Those things are clothes killing machines! They start out with little rips here and there and then go into a frenzy as smooth, muscular bodies are revealed. And then…
Well, you probably know what happens next. 😉
Happy Friday and have a safe weekend!