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Dec. 16th, 2013
Yuletide giveaway
Dec. 16th, 2013 11:16 amSo, it's Yule again.
As always, on Yule, my readers and friends can request a book from me.
So, how this works:
You, the reader, go to my website. http://www.brooksandsparrow.com
You select the title you want.
I put up the Post on Yule, with comments screened.
You leave a comment with your e-mail and the title.
I e-mail you your book.
Simple, no?
The Request post will go up Friday and stay up until Sunday.
As always, on Yule, my readers and friends can request a book from me.
So, how this works:
You, the reader, go to my website. http://www.brooksandsparrow.com
You select the title you want.
I put up the Post on Yule, with comments screened.
You leave a comment with your e-mail and the title.
I e-mail you your book.
Simple, no?
The Request post will go up Friday and stay up until Sunday.
- Sun, 12:09: Yuletide Youtube http://t.co/u5lwInwVaI
- Sun, 17:41: Sunday Story Time http://t.co/BHNe6LnyQF
- Mon, 11:39: Yuletide Youtube and Monday Crafts http://t.co/QdqmWFYROs
My family is defective, part PT and 911
Dec. 16th, 2013 05:19 pmI forgot to tell this story when it happened.
I was having lunch with Mom and a couple of her friends.
In the middle of it, I get a phone call.
Chris needs his Mom (me). Because he needs to know how to tell if the microwave is STILL on fire.
Not on fire.
Still on fire.
Mom and her friends sit aghast for a moment and then it sinks in. So I have three old ladies making extremely silly an unhelpful comments as I try to talk my boy through microwave checking and disposal.
And today's:
Mudd is in PT for his back. He came in and announced "A little electrical shock and some time on the rack for stretching." My response was "PT, torture or orgy?"
"The first two."
I was having lunch with Mom and a couple of her friends.
In the middle of it, I get a phone call.
Chris needs his Mom (me). Because he needs to know how to tell if the microwave is STILL on fire.
Not on fire.
Still on fire.
Mom and her friends sit aghast for a moment and then it sinks in. So I have three old ladies making extremely silly an unhelpful comments as I try to talk my boy through microwave checking and disposal.
And today's:
Mudd is in PT for his back. He came in and announced "A little electrical shock and some time on the rack for stretching." My response was "PT, torture or orgy?"
"The first two."