Brr... I woke up this morning to frost on my car and it was COOOLD! We got a little taste of old man winter last night and, wow, I am so not ready for this yet. I hope you brought your plants inside already. "Go back to your break Jack Frost, we're good!" Ah... if only it were that simple. I guess considering it is November, this is something we will have to live with... for now. Unfortunately I have more bad news for those of you who, like me, prefer the more temperate months. November is the last month of the fall season, my favorite season btw, and then we will be engulfed in old man winter's frigid embrace. And although I do consider myself a pretty open and accepting person, I doubt I will ever enjoy winter enough to give the old man a hug. Which is really too bad as everyone deserves a hug.
Anyway, this is the time of year we all get to dig around in that pile of boxes in the attic in search of winter wear. I call this new sport... Rubbermaid diving! A variation to dumpster diving, but not so icky...well, hopefully it isn't as icky, but you never know what you'll find living in the boxes in your attic. To me trying to find and coordinate those mismatched gloves, hats and scarves is worse than trying to find the lost socks that your dryer ate. I have a red glove, a cream colored Isa-toner, a black scarf, a red and black scarf, and a purple hat. Oh! I almost missed one, another black glove. I'm going to look like a dork if I try to wear what I have. Maybe I should put it all on and ask Terri what she thinks... <WG>. Terri tends to be pretty polite so it would be funny watching her pained expressions as she attempts to tell me how bad it looks without offending me. LOL.
And then there's the winter coat. I have a couple of winter coats, but I know some people that have a LOT of coats. Like a dozen or so. Now why would someone have so many coats you ask? I haven't a clue. I do understand why you may need a couple; one for casual everyday use, one for formal, and one that you just plain forgot to throw out last year. But if you have more than four or five coats (gave you a little leeway here), either you're a spender (tsk tsk!) or a hoarder (now don't be 'na na-ing' the spenders as you're not much better!). If you have a jacket from the 80's then you know you're a hoarder. All I have to say to that is... let it go! I guarantee you that shoulder pads will not be coming back in style and if perchance they do, you won't fit into that 30-year-old jacket anyway. Now if you CAN squeeze yourself into that eighties throwback, then I must ask you this... Do you have a sensitivity to light? Do you look unnaturally young for your age? Do you get eerily fixated on an exposed throat? If so, then all I can say is you lucky son-of-a-gun! And tell me how you did it! <G>
So Terri has told me that there is a new contest this month for all of you lovely newsletter readers. Each winner will get a signed copy of Hungry For You, the details of which can be found below. Our intention is to send out the winners' copies so they get it before Hungry For You hits the bookstore shelves. Hope you like it!
As for what I've been working on, I just finished Christian's story (I had so much fun with his story, I was sorry to see it end!) and Teddy's story (also fun). I am now thinking about what I'll be working on next and though I have an idea, I'll let you know in the next newsletter, which will be in about four weeks when we announce the winners of the Argeneau Contest #15.
Well, I'm off again. I'll chat with you next month. Happy reading!