My stupidity, one lucky person’s gain.
So, I was walking around B&N today, and bought a copy of DEMON ANGEL so that I could use it in a contest a bit later this month, which will include an ARC of DEMON MOON (and I’m just mentioning all of this so that this post turns into promo and I can totally write off the cost of my stupidity on taxes, which I could probably do anyway, since I have to read to keep up to date in the genre and it’s called “research” and stuff) and I saw THE LEOPARD PRINCE and I was like, “oh, yeah, last time I was here they didn’t have any copies in!”
Only, the reality is that two times ago when I was there they didn’t have any copies in, but last time they did, and I snatched one up — but then my sister snatched it from me, and I didn’t get a chance to read it, so I didn’t remember that I had bought it** (although I did tuck the receipt away in my little folder, which is how I know that I really did.)
So, here’s the thing: leave a comment about one annoying thing that one of your family members has ever done to you, and you’ll be entered for a chance to win a free copy of THE LEOPARD PRINCE, which is brand new (except for the thirty pages that I managed to read while I was lunching alone at Red Robin, but I promise I got neither my salad nor my French onion soup on the book, nor does it smell like garlic/beef stock/onion/lettuce/Ranch dressing, which I shouldn’t have eaten, because Ranch dressing is really fatty, but I did and damn it was good).
Remember, even if you’ve already read it, you can give it to a friend … or even the family member who annoyed you, because they’re the reason you’ll have won it.
I’ll pick a name from someone in the comments on Sunday night, I would put the exact date but I don’t know it and I’m too lazy to click on the calendar on the right-lower-hand corner of my screen, at around midnight (because I’m sure I’ll be up.)
**Although, to be fair, it might also have something to do with my not going to sleep until 3:30 this morning, because I was stuffing ARCs and bookmarks into envelopes, then getting up around 6:20 because my husband mistook the time and shook me awake and said, “we’ve got to leave in 20 minutes!” when really, I had two hours and twenty minutes to go. The good thing is that all of my ARCs and bookmarks are out (I have a LONG receipt for that, too) and now I just get to write write write until 3:30 in the morning instead of getting paper cuts.
Ooh fun Meljean!!
But does it have to be what my family did to me? Because I don’t have much for you, but I could tell you what my brother did to his workmate after he hung a “Proud To Be Gay” sign on the front of my brother’s truck and let him drive around that way for awhile!
My brother read about a robbery in the newspaper, which also listed the stolen items. So he took out an add in the next paper, listing those same contents for sale, and left the name and number of his workmate.
The police showed up at the workmate’s house, and although they did not find the stolen items, they did find a batch of marijuana plants. Needless to say my brother and the workmate are not the best of friends.
And I stay on my family’s good side!:grin:
Anything somewhat-family-related works for me. I’m easy.
You are leaving yourself wide open on this one.
Okay, I’ve got a family oriented story. My mom is Korean, and she always tried to raise my sisters and me to be proud of where we came from.
Two of my older sisters went out to party. This one chick was drunk out of her mind. The first sister bumped into her and she spat, “What are you doing, you Chinese whore?”
The second sister popped her in the face and told her, “My sister ain’t Chinese, bitch.”
Chick called the police and they arrested everyone and gave my sisters with disturbing the peace and gave the chick some drunk in public charge.
That story gets good laughs at parties.
My sister-in-law told me to buy a push up bra to help with my clevage, then told her brother, my husband (who thankfully was furious). Sadly, I had one on.
My younger sister borrowed my favorite vintage black rhinestone barrettes, and I never saw them again. Many, many treasured items have disappeared in the same suspicious manner. But I guess that’s what older sisters closets are for. Still…I often yearn for those barrettes (and my MAC lipstick, and my antique copy of Orlando, and that v-neck sweater that was the perfect nerdy shade of brown, and…).
When we were younger my bro would stick a paper “Kiss Me” message on my back and when I went out people would come up to me and give me a kiss on the cheek.
I was wondering why is all these strangers giving me kisses so the next time a stranger came up to me I asked them why they are giving me a kiss? They pointed to my back and told me that I had a “Kiss Me” message on my back!
I ripped the message off my back and went home and asked my bro why he did that and he said he wanted to have some fun. I sarcastically told him thanks a lot and he started laughing so hard.
Every winter when I was about 8 – 14 or 15 years old, one of my older brothers (who is 6’3”) used to chase me throughout our house, pick me up (kicking and screaming) and carry me outside to the very edge of our (very cold) swimming pool. When he got there, he would try to throw me in. When that (usually) failed, he would then just stand there at the edge and wait for me to get tired enough to fall in. Luckily, that hardly ever happened.
I have always been a heavy sleeper. So one morning, my sister and my cousin was trying to wake me up. When they couldn’t wake me up, they grabbed for our radio, put it by my ear, and turned it up full blast. That woke me up. lol:mrgreen:
Annoying thing my family has done? Gosh where do I start?
How about the fact that my brother resented me having friends while growing up and he would literally chase my friends threatening them with a wiffle bat whenever I brought one home? Soon, noone wanted to go over my house (which is, of course, what he wanted).
I could write volumes about what an assh*le my father is that would rival Proust. A few Thanksgivings ago, we were just stuck with each other for Thanksgiving so my father took that opportunity to unburden himself with A Deep Dark Secret even tho I said “I dont want to hear it.” Then he told me about how he cheated on my gracious, elegant, beautiful mother while they were engaged and how the other woman was the great love of his life and how he never forgot her. I kept telling him I dont want to hear this but as usual, he didnt listen to me, the selfish bastard.
When me and my sister were younger we used to live together in an apartment. Whenever one of us would go to take a shower the other one would come in with a big bucket of ice cold water and throw it over the top on the one who was taking a shower. Needless to say we would take our showers when the other person wasn’t home to avoid this!
This one time I was camping in Canada, with my two of my sisters and my brother. When my eldest sister in her pajamas, put on a pair of blue panties on over top and grabbed a red towel and tied it around her shoulders. She then ran all around are the campground pretending to fly.:twisted:
le sigh and I bet I didn’t get one of those either. LOL one say I shall get you to sign something. Just for me. hell I don’t even think I own a copy of Demon Angel right now before I gave mine away. Since you know… none were signed to me.
::blink:: that is your evol plan isn’t it :boggle:
lucky for you I have my handy dandy eARC’s.. and I like your evolness…