OK, I have a confession to make. I’m addicted to Romantic Mysteries. Yes, I know, this is sadly pathetic but I can’t help myself. I found them from a blind recommendation and I’m horribly horribly addicted. I’m desperately blogging right now to keep myself off of Powell’s or Amazon where I’m sure I’d order the whole series in a flash. In the last few days I’ve read three in a row and I don’t have another and I’m going crazy. These darn kids keep falling asleep on me so I can’t get to a bookstore to buy more and if I order them online that will take, like, days to get here and that’s too long ’cause I need more….more I tell you!

Deep breath.

My house is a mess, Leina’s watched like 100 hours of tv in a row and poor Kulia. I have no idea what Kulia has been up to. Every time she fusses up I throw another candy wrapper at her. I think she’s injested a dozen or so but it keeps her quiet which mean I can read!

No, won’t tell you who the author is ’cause then you might go and read the back cover and email me taunting comments about my taste in literature. But they are such fun! The main characters are flawed women who are divorced or chubby or wear glasses and have frizzy hair. And yet, these ladies manage to land the hottest guys because who they are on the inside makes them irresistable on the outside. Yeah, I know. True fiction. I have yet to met a man who can find a woman beautiful based solely on who she is. Except for my wonderful husband! Err, yeah, of course, Kev isn’t lumped in with the rest! No! Never!

Ahem. Anyway, I think I’m ok. I’ve wasted enough time and Leina is now up so I can’t order anything online. However, it is only 3:45 so I could throw both McNuggets into the car and head for the mall and get back before Kevin gets home and then I’d have another book to read tonight. Hmmmm. Possibilites.

Oh, someone, please help me. I’ve fallen into a new author and can’t get up!