Showing posts with label atwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label atwood. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

So, it's March 15 and he calls the police to report that his outdoor Christmas decorations were smashed.
 
What's wrong with this picture?

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Elastic Thoughts

Inside me there is a skinny person  crying to get out.
 
Thank goodness a couple of cookies usually shuts her up.

(Adapted from somebody's saying that I found on a note pad)

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Come visit!

The virtual book tour continues!

In today's talk, we discuss really deep things about like:
  • The time when a college boy I thought was flirting with me called me ma'am. I was so heartbroken. I thought I was going to be “Mrs. Robinson” in The Graduate. Instead I was Mrs. Kravitz in Bewitched.

  • Ideas of how a person with the attention span of an over-caffeinated gnat can keep from getting distracted long enough to write a book.

  • The ABCs of communication skills. Beats me how something useful actually sneaked into the interview.

Drop by and let's visit!

Christee & her pet rubber chicken, Elvis