No more lake. No more ducks. No more crazy goose. No more margarita machine and no more Stepford Potters. And no more paranormal experience I’d tell you about but then I’d have to kill you. (I’ve decided that’s my answer from now on to the question: Do you just write about paranormal experiences or do you have them?) We’re going back to civilization today (my sister’s house) then I’m flying home tomorrow.
Rita Scorez for Her Man to Remember! I pried them out of my husband who teased me with the envelope for hours before emailing them to me. Here they are, with his commentary:
Judge 1 — 7
Judge 2 — 9
Judge 3 — 6.5 (what’d you do to piss this bitch off?)
Judge 4 — 9
Judge 5 — 7
Final Score 38.5
Final Scores equal to or greater than 36.50 or in the top Quartile.
Then he asked me: So are these good or bad? If they’re bad, get over it before you come home.
Men are so sensitive. Actually, I thought they were pretty good, but maybe that’s because I’m still flying high on the Readers Choice Awards nomination for this same book. The Readers Choice is a reader-judged contest, so I’ll take that nomination and be a happy camper! Or that could still be the margaritas talking….
Don’t Rita scores sound like they should be an award for margarita drinking? 9, 9, 9, 9, 9. Those are mine!!:twisted: