I am going to be gone this week. Can you guess where I'll be?
a. To Washington D.C. to pass on my top secret information to congressional subcommittee that Zac Efron is a Russian spy produced in a test tube because no one has eyes that color without genetic manipulation. AND that he has already mesmerized millions of vulnerable young women who are even now teetering on the dangerous brink of communist activity.
b. To the Gulf with my shark to steam sea gulls.
c. To a crumbling villa in Tuscany where I will lie on a blow up mattress eating cheese while feral cats wearing tiny felt berets roam through the grape vines that serve as European feline headquarters.
While I am gone, I suggest you read or reread my life changing Environmental Romance Series
You can find part one here.
and finally...get out yer kleenex for
part eleven: the final chapter