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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.
12 Comments:
Oh my, Colleen. Are you sure this isn't a scene from a book? That's got to be the worst parking story I've ever heard. And coming at the end of vacation? I would have been much not a happy camper.
Glad you're home safe and sound.
So funny! My husband and I have had those types of conversations, but since he's so directionally challenged, we both rely on my memory. For better or worse!
I'm going to have to use this in a scene, Jill. Maybe someone is stalking her between the cars. . . LOL
Jill, I bow at your feet of YOU are the one with a good sense of direction. Mine is terrible!
I've got a worse one, Sarah. We were stuck in Chicago's airport parking lot when we had a 3 month old baby because they wouldn't let us use a credit card and were out of cash--in the middle of winter, of course.
The money machines at the airport were down and by the time my hubby got money, over 3 hours later, we started home and our car died on the highway from being ran so long in the parking lot.
To make it worse, it was a Sunday night and hubby was flying out from home the next morning. The only transportation we could find was a limo.
And, C, having freshly come from the same economy lot in Indy, I can relate. None of us could remember either--it had been two weeks after all. One of our boys remembered the right bus stop at least, and luckily our car (we remembered which one we drove-ha) was parked near the end of the row so we could see it.
Colleen, I am so sorry, but that is hilarious! :-)
Welcome home!! Considering that I often panic over whether I have lost my keys or not WHILE I am driving, well....I just don't think that bodes well for future parking lot scenes.
LOL! I can barely find my car in the driveway. My husband, however, always writes down in his palm pilot where to find our car when we get back from a trip.
I'd be, well, lost without him.
Hilarious! I can totally relate! I used to live in the city and parking was a hot commodity. Sometimes I would come home at night and have to park several blocks from my apartment. Of course the next morning I never could quite remember where I had put the car the night before. So I would walk from one end of the neighborhood to the other pushing my alarm button in hopes that I would hear my car. I was only 23 at the time, so somehow I think that’s a bad sign for my future.
Oh yes! A few years back we went to the IL state fair. It was drizzling all day and I was tired and cranky, not to mention pushing around a 2-seater stroller with my equally tired and cranky 2 youngest. I got separated from my hubby who had the keys to our van and I couldn't remember where we parked. I walked up and down three lanes close to where I thought we had parked and never once found our van. And since I didn't have the keys I couldn't hit the remote button that would have made it chirp.
I finally caught a cop patrolling the area and asked him to help me. He found it and my hubby and told him what happened. I was SO mad, especially when hubby laughed at me. I lost it when I found out he was sleeping while he waited for me. So he could've seen me at one point had he been awake.
This was one story he was told on punishment of death he could never tell anyone, ever. I can laugh about it today, but I'm the only relaying this story, ever!
Hi, Colleen. It was great to see you this weekend and meet your husband.
I once got airsick on a plane and was just shaky and about to cry and very disoriented by the time I got my luggage and found a van and rode it to the long term parking lot. I waited until every one got off and I said to the driver..."I'm sick and I have no idea where I parked."
He said, "Give me your keys."
He cruised the lot and pressed the car alarm button every few yards until my car started honking that it was being stolen.
It was an act of mercy. He was very nice to me.
Though I think back and know he shouldn't have left me there in that condition to make my way out of the bowels of the city behind the wheel.
But I sat there and had a nice cry, then gathered myself before I drove off.
The moral of this story is; drive cautiously around an airport, some of the other drivers may be in bad shape.
We've learned to write the number area where we parked. Too easy to get lost looking for your car. I have to admit, we've not gotten close to your parking lot scene!!! And not even remember which vehicle we drove! What a hoot!
Friends, you sure made me feel better, as though I'm not TOTALLY inept! LOL
Mary, I wish we'd found a good samaritan!
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