You’ve got a problem.
Every time you sit down to play a game of Monopoly, you demand that you must be the thimble. You can’t be the dog or the car or the cowboy. You can’t be the iron or the shoe or the wheelbarrow. You can’t be the top hat or the cannon or the battleship. Not even the sack of money.
You’ve got to be the thimble or you’re not playing. In fact, if you’re not the thimble, your entire world will collapse and implode.
It’s an obsession that must stop.
I once crafted a post stating that I could not swallow pills.
I would gag and spit and in the process the pill would scrape across my tongue while dispensing some mediciney flavoring onto my tongue, causing me to gag some more and then spit the pill out and cry out to the heavens sort of like how Tim Robbins did in The Shawshank Redemption (except I wasn’t in the rain NOR did I just break out of prison) that I wished there was an easier way.
Well, the people at OralFlo contacted me this week via e-mail with their own unique solution.
I have to be honest with all of you.
Every time I get a package with something that I’ve ordered off the Internet, it usually comes packed in a huge fluffy blanket of white, stryofoam packing peanuts. They are squishy and soft to the touch, with an almost heaven-like consistency that often makes me think of what Cool Whip might have been if it had been frozen solid, divided up into little pieces and then used for packing items for long-term mailing processes. They are intriguing, mysterious…
…and I am feeling the urge to eat them right this minute.
The galley copies of The Lost Blogs arrived this past week.
For an author, finally getting the chance to hold an actual bound copy of your book after all the editing and revising and what not has got to be one of the most exciting moments next to it getting released in the first place. From the cover to the spine, to being able to flip through it, is a pretty exciting moment.
Except I’m a little more obsessed with the fact that my book is thicker than yours.
Sure, I know you may not necessarily have a book that you’ve written per se — but go ahead, pick up any book nearby and I’m willing to be that my book is thicker than yours.