trystinn | There's adoration and then there's this . . .

Josh left the alarm on again, so I was awakened at 4:30 this morning to the sound of the Jackson Five. Ugh. Not a fun way to start the day, frankly. Especially since the aforementioned alarm is in the master bathroom - well out of reach of the snooze bar slam. Managed to get back to sleep for a few hours until Flash woke me at around 7 am howling. *sigh* I do love that dog, but sometimes all I want to do is velcro strap his muzzle shut. Speaking of Flash, Tracker decided to get even with him this morning by lying down in front of the doggy door for a porch nap, thereby blocking Flash from re-entering the house. Which explains the howling, of course. It'd be funny if all this happened to someone else.

A friend lent me a couple dozen British Chick Lit books - along the lines of "Bridge Jones". I read three last night, they go pretty quick since they're written for a grade school reading level. *shakes head* I'm sure she means it as a sort of "you could do this, Tris" kind of thing. But I haven't the patience for the 'will they or won't they have sex' kind of entertainment. Don't give a rat's ass about the sex lives of fictional people. Hard enough to feign interest in the sex lives of my friends. *WEG* If you're going to write a sex scene, for Gods' sake don't pussyfoot (pardon the pun) around it - have at it. Chapter endings that run off with "his lopsided grin was the last thing she saw until daylight" make me long for the halcyon days of Olympic book lobbing.

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