Monday, Monday

So, I went looking for a dress for the Berkley party on Friday night. Didn’t find one. Hated them all, and when sleeves make my arms look like stuffed sausages, there be problems. Also, I hate my knees, and most of the dresses were knee-length or just above. I finally settled on trousers and a frilly shirt.

I also started twittering, which is kind of fun. I will probably forget to do it half the time, though.

I have, so far, found THE WILD ROAD, MY WICKED ENEMY, HEARTSICK, DELICIOUS, CRY WOLF, and THE MILLIONAIRE’S INEXPERIENCED LOVE-SLAVE. Still several more July 29 books to go.

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I was also charged with picking out a new cologne for my husband. I got Davidoff’s “Adventure,” partially because it smelled good, and partially because — as soon as I walked into Macy’s — I saw this on a giant display:

I really wish this picture had been available when I was writing “Thicker Than Blood.” It would have made my Jack collage just perfect 😀