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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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Oh, this just cracked me up. I love this blog. Makes me feel normal, in that abnormal kind of way.
I can't remember a morning like this, but last week, I had an afternoon like this. Pathetic was as good as it got. If you're interested, I blogged it here: http://threemoodycuties.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-than-i-can-handle.html
We survived. That counts for something.
Oh I'm cracking up, Di! I can just so see this happening. LOL
sounds like every morning to me. Mornings and I don't really get along.
The best description ever of a bad morning is on my friends blog. It's about two sentences - worth a look.
http://accidentalhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/rude-awakening.html
I was in a PMS induced hormonal rage Tuesday morning. The kids were fighting. When I drive them to pick up the neighbor kids for school child #2 informed me that she left her lunch at home. "Guess you're not eating" is what I said until child #1 said he also left his at home. I turned around and went back home to get their lunches. I think I may have even growled.
After I dropped them off at school I had to call my sweet hubby. I flipped out at him on the phone when I realized that the gas light came on in my car.
(I have this thing about pumping gas. I sorta refuse to do it.)
Since he was going to a meeting in the same town that I was going to be working in he stopped at Target and took my car to fill it up.
When I came out from work and got in my car there was a single red rose on the steering wheel.
I really really didn't deserve that. *happy sigh* He is way too good for me.
So yeah, I have days that start off bad but then my Mr. Wonderful does something sweet and turns it around.
Okay, Suzanne, that hubby of yours is definitely hero material!
Trust me, Tanja, we're normal here. Well, normal, as in, like everybody else, but not really, normal, normal. You know what I mean? :-)
I hear ya, Kay. Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
You had me rolling, Di. I've done the earplug thing for years. My man wasn't even allowed to sleep in the barracks. Seems his snoring kept the entire U. S. Army awake. Uh, no one told me about this when I said, "I do."
Anyway, my hearing started to go, so I went to an E.N.T. (Ears, Nose & Throat doc). No wonder. I had a build up of the wax in there that could have qualified for a whole box of earplugs.
Doc flushed 'em out and I was good as new. Unfortunately, that meant I could hear hubby snore again. Sigh.
Di, that's a hilariously bad morning — and I use earplugs too. If I had a husband, I might have the same issues.
I didn't like today's morning. I didn't fall asleep until after 5 a.m., then three people called between 8 and 9. I'd like more than three consecutive hours of sleep soon.
But my best bad morning came after I had braided my hair the night before to keep it out of my face. In the night, it came mostly unbraided and I woke up looking like a poorly groomed chow dog. No mere brush would do. So I did what I do every morning. I went to the shower and turned the faucet. Nothing. Not even a gurgle. I looked out the window and realized the awful noise I'd been hearing was a road crew digging through asphalt to get to a broken water main.
Going to work without washing my hair wasn't an option, so I quickly assessed the situation. Take a plunge in the apartment's pool then suds up? No, that would involve me leaving the apartment in a swimsuit with chow hair. Not gonna happen. Go to the salon for a wash and blow out? Nope, I'd probably have a blow out.
Luckily, I always have some water in a tea kettle on the stove. Between that and some bottled water, I managed shampoo and rinse. Wish I had thought to nuke it first. I squealed when that cold water hit my head.
So, anyway, as I'm shaking the last of the water out of my ears I hear this strange sound. Seems I left the kitchen faucet in the on position. Yep. The water was back on.
Melanie, At least you were still home when the water came on. We used to have regular water cuts due to Istanbul's water shortages. On more than one occasion I left the house only to come back and have the water running. Then one morning, a washcloth was left in the sink. I came home to a flooded bathroom. It was one of those "You know its a bad day when..." kind of days, Diann.
The worst "bad day" when I had to use bottled water to wash my hair was when a street cat urinated off the roof of a building onto my hair. You can read about it at:
http://betweencontinents.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-my-life-is-different-part-31-worst.html
I'm a bit of a homebody. To me, the bad day would start with the words, "When I was in Istanbul."
I also realized that my most recent bad day was when I was feeling so bad I called my doctor and my counselor.
You know it's a bad day when two people ask if you're feeling homicidal and/or suicidal before you even walk out the door.
Oh, Melanie, I'm so sorry. I hope you're feeling better now!
Okay, Pam, you win. If a cat wet on my hair, I would definitely call that a bad day.
Ha!Ha! You bet it was a bad day--the worst "bad hair day" I've ever had. But doesn't it make a GREAT story now?! And it is certainly unique: Do you know anyone else who's had a cat wet her hair? (I sincerely hope not. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.):)
On one of my other "bad" days, I spent a considerable amount of time hanging laundry on my balcony (and hiding the underwear between shirts and towels because it's not polite in Turkey to let people see your "personal" laundry. Suddenly a gust of wind picked up the laundry rack and threw it over the edge of the balcony. The rack and some of the laundry landed on the muddy ground four floors below--and some of the underwear ended up in the tree where everyone could see it. The falling rack narrowly missed hitting an old man, too. It was one of the more embarrassing moments of my time here in Turkey.
Look at it this way. . . just think of all the material you gals have for your books!
I've had those mornings in fact i think it was Thursday i growled at mother for taking the facewasher!
shes use to wash monday and thursday so she takes them and i am like well you know i dont was thursdays! so she got mad to and said then take your own facewasher out I said fine. (I would if she would let me!) It seems to always happen when im running late or in a hurry just like talking she waits till i need to go out the door to tell me something she remembered she forgot to tell me the day before (but already had most of the time)
I dont have the hubby or dead dog.
I do have a deaf mother and she snores. I also have the dizziness so i know what thats like.
Oh i think tomorrow will be one of those days! finally the heatwave is over so they say but at almost 11pm its still just under 90 in my room on top of almost no sleep last night or the previous ones i may be one to avoid in the morning.
Your bad day has made my morning a lot lighter...how funny! I especially love your sidenote to the boggey-man. LOL!
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