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I joined a book share through sevenclowncircus.com.  I thought it was brilliant.  I gathered a stack of books I'd read, enjoyed and wouldn't be using anymore and boxed them up.  Days passed and I started feeling guilty.  I finally wrote to my partner in Florida.

I just wanted to let you know that I have the books I am sending you boxed up. They look lovely in the corner of my living room. I thought about wrapping it, addressing it, and getting to the post office all day.

But then the dog ran away so I went chasing her through the neighborhood.

Then my 4 year old became velcro.

My 12 year old got in a "mood" and she engaged in no less than 8 fights before she took a nap.

The dog threw up in the kitchen.

The dog started digging her way to the neighbor's yard.

My IBS (LOVE that I get to boast this one!) started acting up.

The 4 year old had an accident. Both kinds.

Worked four hours (the most relaxing part of the day).

And those are all of my excuses.

Oh, yeah. Don't be surprised if you also receive a 60 lbs. yellow lab. Her name is Sunday.

There will be no return address on the package

-Nancy.

The 10 year old boy talked me out of sending Sunday to Florida.  His reasoning was that sometimes his brother irritates me but I keep him so I have to keep the dog.

I did finally send the books but I included a hairball from the cat as a teaser.  My partner never wrote back.  And I wonder why I don't have any friends.

Comments

  1. Kristina P.April 16, 2010 at 6:46 AM

    Definitely beats me!

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  2. EApril 16, 2010 at 10:33 AM

    Ha!! I'll be your new book partner in FL if this lady ends up thinking you're too weird for her ;).

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  3. CJ SimeApril 16, 2010 at 11:53 AM

    Nobody wants to be friends with someone that is perfect.

    I know how it is.

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  4. YolandaApril 16, 2010 at 12:37 PM

    You really need to come to book club - we need YOU!

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  5. ToniaApril 16, 2010 at 2:38 PM

    You make me laugh. If it doesn't work out I'll be your book buddy. We can exchange hair balls.

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  6. Mom24April 16, 2010 at 6:08 PM

    I'll be your friend. I'm perfect, I promise. I promised a bloggy friend a box of dresses four months ago. *sigh*

    They're not even boxed yet, but collecting dust nicely in a neat pile in my room.

    I'll understand completely where you're coming from. Pinky swear.

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  7. Maggie MayApril 17, 2010 at 8:30 PM

    snark laugh snark!

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  8. June Freaking CleaverApril 18, 2010 at 7:16 AM

    I won't judge you - my Christmas tree boxes are still in the living room.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Lisa Page RosenbergApril 21, 2010 at 11:08 AM

    Interesting technique you have for marketing your brand. That's just good, clean, niche branding.

    ReplyDelete

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