One has nothing to do with the other. I just thought I’d smash all of today’s post into one title.
Before we get to the antics of Fat Cat, I’d like to announce the two giveaway winners I picked both for the Fan Appreciation Giveaway and the winner from my blog during the Six-Pack Stud-a-thon Blog hop.
First, for the Fan Appreciation Giveaway, the random fan I picked was: Tiffany Lynn Spence! Tiffany won a Danica Avet T-shirt. For those of you on the fan page (and those who are interested in future giveaways), I’ll be holding these fan appreciation giveaways every month so be sure to like my fan page!
Second, the winner of the Six-Pack Stud-a-Thon Blog hop,who’ll get a Danica Avet T-shirt and their choice of a book from my backlist, is….Cynderella Duncan!
Congrats ladies, I’ll be contacting you later today to arrange the shipments and all that mess.
Now on to Fat Cat. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but my showers are no longer private. If she believes I’m even thinking of going to shower, she runs into the bathroom ahead of me to observe these strange human traditions. So what, right? Most cats do that. Dogs too. They act as though there’s a secondary exit in the bathroom and if they aren’t there to watch you, you’ll sneak out of the house.
Fat Cat takes it a step further. This morning as I stepped out of the shower, I caught her licking the cabinet. Just a few little licks as though she was like “hm, pressed wood. Minty with a hint of oak”. Weird cat. Did I mention too that the second I go to my room to change out of my work clothes she throws herself on the ground in front of me like a beached whale and rolls around? I keep expecting her to start saying, “roll, roll in ze hay!”
Filed under Giveaways, humor
I’m over at the Sultry Scribe today with an interview. Stop by for a visit!
Meanwhile, I’m trying to be upbeat. I really don’t like Mondays. Last night I stared into space wondering where the weekend went and trying to figure out how it got away from me so quickly.
But I’m not going to talk about depressing things like work weeks. No, I’d rather talk about my addiction. You all know how addicted to books I am. It’s gotten so bad that I have to physically force myself not to buy more because my checkbook can’t take it. But I probably haven’t mentioned my T-shirt addiction.
It is an addiction. I can promise you that nearly any time I go somewhere, I’m buying a T-shirt there. Why? Because it’s what I like to wear. I’m lucky that I’m able to wear casual clothes to work, but I don’t think my coworkers would approve of some of my shirts.
I have T-shirts from bars and pubs. T-shirts about games and books. Band/concert T-shirts. College T-shirts (my alma mater and my nephew’s college), place-name T-shirts, work place T-shirts. I even have Far Side T-shirts that I can’t bring myself to get rid of. They have holes, stains, and rips, but they stay in my dresser because I might wear them to go fishing or something.
I mention this because while we were in Ruston visiting my nephew, I bought two T-shirts with his college name on them. Two. On top of the one I’d already purchased several months ago. I can’t seem to help myself. When I was at Nationals in NYC, I bought two T-shirts. When I was in New Orleans for the FF&P conference, I bought a sweat shirt (in my defense, it was abnormally chilly that weekend). I have no doubt when I go to Ohio in October, I’ll be buying another T-shirt…maybe more if they have any to buy at the Football Hall of Fame Museum.
What’s your secret addiction?
So, has anyone else heard about this ingenious website, Romance Yardsale? It’s a website to help a couple of YA authors get to Nationals. I found it via Don’t Pet Me I’m Writing.
Anyway, I think this is a great idea. Writers should support each other as much as they can. Since I’m the kind of person who loves T-shirts…(I really dig them. I have a closet full of T-shirts, some as old as my high school days.) I have to get SOMETHING.
Which means that I have to get something that’s “ME”. It’s the me thing again. So, this is what I like. If I don’t win it in the drawing, I don’t care. I still have to get it (and wear it when I go to Wal-Mart).
I suppose this is when I should tell you I have a whole host of T-shirts with slogans. I get a lot of comments on my Joe’s Crabshack shirts…most notably my “Save a Crab/Eat a Fisherman” shirt. I’ve been jonesing for the “Save the Earth Cause Crabs Don’t Live on Uranus”. Yeah, I’m sick. I have shirts I can’t leave the house with because I don’t need children trying to read them. One of my favorite “house” shirts, is from a New Orleans pub: Ryan’s Pub on Decatur. Love that place.
Then, there are all the Far Side T-shirts I have. I’ve had these shirts since college. They’re ragged, stained, torn…but I refuse to get rid of them! They’re evidence that yes, I used to have a life. I used to be a party animal! Not that I could look at every tear or stain and tell you where it happened.
Anyway! Give this site a look-see. It never hurts to help each other out and hell, look at the awesome shirts!
How about you folks? Are you a T-shirt gal? A funny T-shirt gal? What’s your favorite T-shirt that you refuse to get rid of?