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bitches be writin’ interview sessions…julie shelton

Today, we are officially welcoming Julie Shelton for the Bitches Be Writin’ Interview Sessions. *Waves cheerfully to Julie*

Q. Tell us a little bit about yourself

I’m recently retired after a 25-year career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer.  I just moved for the seventeenth time in my life.  I spent four months touring Europe on a shoestring budget—forty years ago!  England was my favorite of all the places we visited.  Amazingly, the girlfriend who went with me is still friends with me!  In 1982, Kidstuff, a monthly language-arts resource newsletter for early childhood educators that I wrote, won the 1982 EDPRESS Award, given by the Educational Press Association of America.  I love violets, ballet, England, the Middle Ages, gorgeous scenery, reading, and writing.  I am the author of Loving Sarah, my first published novel.

Q.  Tell us a little bit about Loving Sarah.

Loving Sarah, an M/f/M Menage, BDSM Collection, with a Heat Rating of Sextreme, was published by Siren-Bookstrand on November 28, 2012.

COVER BLURB

Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated.  Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.

She has never forgotten Jesse.  He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years.  So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn.  Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart?  Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery.  When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.

But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge.  Someone is stalking her.  Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison?  Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness?  Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her?  Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?

Q:  Sounds delicious.  What are you working on at the moment?

The sequel to Loving Sarah, titled Owning Sarah.  It completes the story of Sarah, Jesse and Adam and includes a collaring ceremony, some M/M action, a devastating car crash, a visit to a sex club,  a raid on an armed skinhead encampment, and a wedding, not necessarily in that order.  I’m hoping to complete it in the next three weeks.

Q.  Why did you decide to write romance novels?

Because that’s what I’ve been reading all my adult life, ever since I discovered Mary Stewart and Phyllis Whitney many, many, many years ago.  I’ve also been writing romance novels all my adult life, just never sending them out to any publishers.  Until Loving Sarah.  BDSM, which I incorporated into Loving Sarah, is a fairly recent discovery on my part and I’m so intrigued by it, I plan to incorporate it in all my current and future projects.

Q.  What influenced you to send your novel off to a publisher?  And why Siren-Bookstrand?

I felt that Loving Sarah was a really well-written book, with enormously appealing characters, an exciting plot and a once-in-a-lifetime romance that was at once sweet and scorching hot.  I felt it compared favorably with books written by my favorite best-selling authors and that it had the potential of providing pleasure and entertainment to a lot of people.  Plus, lol, I figured it would be a good way to earn a little pocket change.  (Obviously, I did not check this assumption with any currently-published romance authors).

Siren was the first publisher I submitted it to, mainly because they publish many of my favorite authors.  Around three weeks after I sent it off, they emailed me and asked me to make a few minor changes (mainly, upping the heroine’s age at the time of an attempted rape, from seventeen to eighteen).  I figured this was a pretty good sign, thinking if they weren’t interested in it at all, they wouldn’t have bothered to ask for the changes.  They offered to publish it less than two weeks after I submitted the revised manuscript.

Q:  Could you tell us a couple of favorite authors who inspired you to write?

Round up the usual suspects—Lora Leigh, Maya Banks, Cherise Sinclair, Sophie Oak, Lisa Marie Rice, Lauren Dane, Joey W. Hill, Leah Brooke, Eden Bradley, Kristen Ashley, the list goes on and on.  My earliest influences, years and years ago, back in the dark ages, were Mary Stewart’s romantic suspense novels and Phyllis Whitney’s gothic novels.

Q. What were some early influences on your writing?

Nancy Drew and Mad magazine.

Q. Where do your ideas come from?

Everything I’ve ever seen, read, heard or done.  I wrote an entire Medieval Historical romance just from seeing a blue gown worn by a minor female character in the movie Becket.  The entire novel just sprang into my mind fully-blown.  I could hardly write it down fast enough.  I wrote it on 3 x 5 index cards, one sentence at a time, so I could switch the order of sentences or entire scenes more easily.  I still have it, as a matter of fact.  It’s in two shoeboxes on top of my bookcase.

 Q.  Do you feel humor is important in romantic fiction?

I feel that humor is important in everything!  I can’t imagine how dreary life would be without it.

Q.  Do you listen to music while you’re writing?

Sometimes.  Although, when I put music on, I usually put it on to listen to it, so I find it distracting to have it on when I write because I find myself tapping my feet, bopping in my chair, or singing or humming along with it.  See?  Distracting.  That being said, I happen to be listening to music right now as I write this—the soundtrack from the movie Rudy.

Q.  What is your favorite kind of music?

Classical.  Followed by movie soundtracks, Folk music of the 60’s, and light rock—especially the 80’s rock ballads.  I also love Christmas music, but only (Spoiler Alert!) at Christmas.

Q.  Are sex scenes easy or difficult to write?

Easy, in that I know where all the parts go.  Difficult in finding exciting and interesting new ways to describe how the parts get there and what happens as a result.  Otherwise it’s a medical treatise.  After all, there are only a finite number of words in the English language suitable for describing an orgasm.  And they’ve all been used ad nauseum.

Q. Name three things that inspire you?

Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, the Smoky mountains, England’s Royal Ballet’s version of Romeo and Juliet, starring Wayne Eagling and Alessandra Ferri, with choreography by Sir Kenneth MacMillan, and medieval illuminated manuscripts.  Okay, that’s four things.  So sue me.

Q.  What was your favorite part about becoming a published author?

Getting the email from Siren telling me they wanted to publish my book.  (I framed it)  Seeing my cover for the first time.  (It’s immortalized on a T-shirt).  Reading all the glowing 4, 4.5, and 5-star reviews it has already received and continues to receive.  Seeing it on Amazon, my favorite website of all time.  Getting my first royalty check (small, very small).

Q.  How about your least favorite part?

Having to promote, publicize and, basically, pimp my book.  If I don’t do it, it doesn’t get done.  For someone like me, who is totally non-computer savvy, this has been an unendingly frustrating nightmare.  Hopefully, by the time Owning Sarah is published, I will be more of an expert at it.  (But I’m not holding my breath.)

Q.  What’s your favorite part of Loving Sarah?

The soul-deep emotional bond these three people share.  And the smoldering hot sex.  Oh, and the part between page 1 and page 291.  And did I mention the sex?

Q.  What did you think when you first saw your cover?

Honestly?  Since my heroes are both 6’3 and Sarah is only 5’3, my first thought was, “The guys are too short.”  But the more I looked at those three gorgeous people, the more I realized that the photographer had made the heroine stand on a box (lol).  Now I absolutely love it.

Q.  Have your ever experienced writer’s block?  If so, how do you work through it?

I go back and rewrite/edit the last scene I wrote, or I go through my notes, looking for scenes, dialogue, or fragments of ideas that might inspire me.  Or I read.  I try to avoid writer’s block altogether by stopping at a point where I know what’s coming next and can pick right up on it the next session.

 Q.  What are the elements of a great romance for you?

Great characters, a sweet, tender love story, conflict, heartache, and, since I write erotic romances, lots and lots of hot, steamy sex.

Q.  Where do we find out more about you and your books?

My website at http://www.juliesheltonauthor.com

My Facebook Page at www.facebook.com/Juliesheltonauthor

My Goodreads Author Page at http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16162502-loving-sarah

My Linkedin Page at http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?trk=tab_pro&id=241889558

My author page on Amazon www.amazon.com/author/julieshelton

Q.  Guilty Pleasure?

Coke.  Definitely Coke.  When the Coca Cola company made their epically boneheaded decision to go with Coke II, I thought my life was over.

Q.  How about a sneak peak?

ADULT EXCERPT

A whistling sound warned her the next blow was coming, but by the time she tensed up, it had already struck her “sweet spot”, the crease where the curve of her ass met the tops of her thighs.  Her muscles clenched and unclenched in a futile attempt to move away from the horrific pain.  She grunted, but didn’t scream, and even managed to say, “Two, thank you, Sir,” in a voice that trembled.  God, she was going to die from this!

Blow three struck midway between the first two, blow four across the tops of her thighs, barely giving her mind and body time to process the one before the other fell.  Blows five and six followed in rapid succession, angled expertly across her ass cheeks, marking her with a fiery red X on her smooth, creamy skin.  She went rigid, tight as a fist, as her entire body shook with silent screams of agony.  Yet, somehow, she managed to keep count and thank Jesse for each and every one.

Sobs wracked her slender body.  She heard the cane rattle on the floor as Jesse threw it from him.  Hands mercifully released her restraints as she sought to assimilate what had just happened to her.  Pain.  Piercing, searing, forbidding pain.  Battering her.  Brutalizing her!  Setting her ass on fire, as if she’d been dipped in a river of molten lava!

And yet…even through the fiery conflagration she could feel her inner core clenching and unclenching with unfulfilled desire.  Blazing with a need that roared through her like an avalanche, threatening to swallow her alive, she lifted her head and stared at Adam, glassy-eyed and disoriented from the irreconcilable sensations ripping through her.

“Adam,” she begged, her voice tight with the hunger that threatened to unravel her.  “Jesse.”  She turned her head to look over her shoulder.  “Please, Master, Sir, I need—I need—”   She was fighting for every breath, her lungs heaving with desperate effort.  Never had she been so overcome with need.  It rampaged through her veins, white-hot and destructive.  It wrapped around her, threatening to suffocate her in its insidious embrace.

Abruptly, Adam straightened, his hard fingers beneath her chin lifting her face, lifting her entire upper body.  He knew what she needed.  He’d been waiting for it, because he needed it, too.  “Open,” he commanded harshly, barely giving her time to do so before thrusting his cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat.  She choked before finally managing to suppress her gag reflex, her throat muscles tightening around his tip as she swallowed convulsively.

The motion wrenched a hoarse cry out of him as a ferocious pleasure gripped him.  Jesus Christ on a cracker!  Her mouth was sheer ecstasy!  Wet.  Tight.  So fucking hot!  Discipline shot all to hell, he began thrusting ruthlessly in and out of her mouth

Jesse grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her fiery cunt, thrusting deep, as if he were trying to pierce her very heart.  The slam of his pelvis against her ass struck the newly-raised welts, causing her to loosen her mouth around Adam’s penis, howling as pain resonated through her, straight to her cunt, her clit, her tortured nipples, where a perverse kind of pleasure awaited it.

The dual sensations met, joined, spiraling and twisting deep within her core, blending together until all she felt was a pleasure so excruciating she thought she was going to die.  Both men began thrusting in unison into her mouth and cunt, driving up her excitement until she was hovering right on the edge, needing just that little touch more to tip her over.  Then Jesse reached around her and rasped his thumb across her clit.

She shrieked, her entire body going rigid.  But still she couldn’t come.  What the hell…?  The breath strangled in her lungs as she poised, right on the edge, about to tip over.  So close…So close.

“Not yet, Sarah.”

Oh, God.  Oh, God.  Oh— “Please.  Please.  I need….”

“Look at me, sweet pea.”

Her gaze flew up to meet the deep, deep blue of Adam’s.  The love she saw in his eyes stopped her heart, leaving it stumbling blindly around, seeking its normal rhythm.  She couldn’t look away as release mounted within her like molten lava rising in a magma chamber—a release that hovered just beyond her reach.

Adam watched his cock shuttling in and out of Sarah’s beautiful mouth, knew she was just a touch away.  Knew he was even closer.  The sudden pinching at the base of his spine told him his balls were about to empty.  “Come, Sarah.”

Jesse squeezed her clit and Sarah’s body stiffened on a sharp intake of breath as she hurtled over the edge.  Good God, that’s what she’d been waiting for.  Permission!  “Come, Sarah,” Adam repeated harshly as his spine liquefied and thick, ropy come shot up the length of his cock and down her throat.  “Come now.”

Both Jesse and Adam stiffened, neck muscles distended, their faces rigid masks of pleasure as simultaneous explosions ripped them apart, sending pulse after pulse of hot seed bursting into her mouth and cunt.

A shuddering cry wrenched from Sarah’s throat as her orgasm smashed through her body like a nuclear blast, contracting her muscles so hard, she feared they would be ripped from her bones.  A climax so huge and violent, it blasted its way through the top of her head, out her fingertips and toes like jagged bolts of lightning.  An explosion so powerful it pulverized her with a pleasure that heaved through her again and again, even as semen continued to erupt from the cocks jerking within her body.  For what seemed like an eternity the three of them writhed and twisted in agonizing pleasure until the two men finally collapsed, their bodies still convulsing as they emptied their souls into the precious receptacle that was Sarah.

Loving Sarah is available for purchase at:

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creatures of fire sariel baldwin series by j.b. brooklin

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+++ Creatures of Fire
+++ Sariel Baldwin Series
+++ J.B. Brooklin

+++ Genre: Fantasy

+++ ISBN: 1230000109442

+++ ASIN: B00BHJCHP4

+++ Number of pages: 212

+++ Word Count: 69836

+++Cover Artist: J.B. Brooklin (Cover copyrights: Ring of Fire © varg #34150031 – Fotolia.com, the dancer © Alexander +++Yakovlev #34413982)

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Book Description:

She is a half demon, oblivious to her true nature.

He is a demon set out to avenge murder.

Together they are hunted by the one person she thought she could trust.

Separate they may be able to save each others lives.

“Creatures of Fire” a tale about power, ambition, responsibility and trust.

New York – Paris – Dschinnanya (the world of the demons)

Excerpt:

“Wow!” Sariel stopped, hearing the door close at her back. Today the city of Dschinnanya was not deserted but crowded with demons and other creatures. And that was not the only thing that had changed; the inside of Abu Ayub’s house should have prepared her for what she saw but somehow it was different to see it. Yesterday’s town had transformed into an Arabian city with packed mud replacing the cobbled streets and Moorish buildings in place of the old town houses.

The demons populating the streets were mostly dressed in burnouses. The women covered their heads, and some even wore veils to hide their faces. And then there were a number of beings Sariel could not identify. Some looked like Ioni, and some totally different. All of them could be mistaken for humans but on closer inspection the different skin and set of eyes, as well as their unusual hair coloring, gave them away as some kind of prenatural being. The most beautiful ones, at least in Sariel’s opinion, were the tall, slender creatures with hair like spun silver. Morroks. The name was whispered in her head. That’s what we are called.

With a start Sariel looked around. It was disconcerting that almost everyone, except for herself, was able to read thoughts. But this time it was even more eerie. This time a voice was talking in her head.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I am about to go crazy.

Morroks are half-fairy, half-elves. And you are not crazy, the voice told her.

Someone was making fun of her, but Sariel didn’t see the joke. Instead, panic began to rise in her chest. How was she supposed to survive in a world where everyone could enter her head? Without her being able to put a stop to it?

“I am sorry, that was very rude of me.” One of the so-called Morroks bowed in front of her. When he straightened, Sariel looked into the face of a man, so beautiful he could have been an angel. The long silver hair fell in waves down his back. A dark blue burnous set off eyes that were sky blue.

“You are new to Dschinnanya and I couldn’t resist answering the question that was so clearly written on your face. Don’t worry; I cannot read your thoughts, but I can put them into your head.” He smiled.

“That is not very reassuring,” Sariel said. “How did you know that I am new here?” she added.

“Oh, everybody knows about you and the reason you came. As soon as someone crosses the border to Dschinnanya, the ruling demons are alerted. Coupled with their ability to read thoughts there is not much you can keep a secret here. But please, I must ask your forgiveness. I entered your mind without permission and I have not even introduced myself.” He bowed again and put his right hand over his heart. “My name is Jazni.”

“Nice to meet you, Jazni. I am Sariel, but you probably already know that.”

“Sariel! What a beautiful name.” He smiled again, transforming his face into such an ethereal beauty that it was hard to look at him. Sariel felt herself blushing. I have to stop that, she thought. It was embarrassing and she wasn’t a little girl anymore.

“Considering that you are new to Dschinnanya, may I offer you my assistance?” Jazni asked.

“That is very kind of you. But no, I’d rather…there is a lot I have to do.” With a face that was practically burning, she turned to Tamiro, who had settled at her feet. “Come on,” she said to the panther, as if a wild animal would obey her bidding. To her surprise Tamiro stood up, stretched, and began to lead the way, just as he had done yesterday.

“I see you already have a guide,” Jazni murmured, looking thoughtful at the panther. “How very interesting.” With that he melted into the crowd.

“Damn. I need to know more,” Sariel grumbled while trying to follow Tamiro without losing him between the many creatures. They were all heading in one direction, sweeping her and Tamiro with them. In the distance Sariel could see a bazaar. So that is where everyone is going. Stalls heaped with fruits and vegetables, vendors selling everything from pots and pans to clothes and fabrics were lining the street.

Startled looks were thrown her way, whispers accompanied them, and Sariel started to feel uneasy. The demons parted when they saw Tamiro, clearly wary of the large, wild cat. But as soon as they spotted her, the expression changed to something menacing; hostile even. Everyone appeared to know why she was here and what she had done to bring one of them into an abominable situation. If not for Tamiro, they might have expressed their hostility in a more violent fashion.

“It’s a good thing that they are afraid of you,” she told Tamiro, wondering why Jazni hadn’t shown any fear of the animal. I am not afraid, Jazni’s voice said in her head.

“Damn.” This time Sariel spoke her thought out aloud. She stopped and looked around but could detect no sign of the Morrok. Certainly she would see his tall figure if he was here somewhere?

Thoughts know no distance. As soon as you think my name, I can hear what you are thinking.

“Great—another mind reader.” Sariel grimaced. No problem, she thought, I will simply not think about Jazni, I will … Laughter rang through her head.

About the Author:

J.B. Brooklin is a German author. Having lived abroad for several years in the US (Oregon, California, Florida, New Jersey), Spain and the Seychelles the writer recently returned to her home country and started writing mystery and fantasy novels.

When she is not writing, her husband, twins and her cat are keeping her busy.

Twitter: @JB_Brooklin

Blog: www.jb-brooklin.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JbBrooklin

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6470768.J_B_Brooklin

six degrees of seXparation by rico lamoureux

Today we along with Sizzling PR Tours welcome….

Six Degrees of SeXparation

Rico Lamoureux

Blurb: The unleashing of a sexual beast, a sexplorer’s discovery of a lifetime and the cherishing of a pristine innocent.

Six%20Degrees%20of%20Sexploration_final_thumbnailAdd this to an erogenous tale of curiosity in The Pink French and the quenching of a lustful thirst in Business Class and you’ve got five salacious short stories linked by six passionate characters in Six Degrees of SeXparation.

Author Website | No Boundaries Press Store | Amazon

About the Author

Rico Lamoureux is an erotic author who is currently published by No Boundaries Press. With stories that engage, excite, and enlighten, his focus on substance is evident, as he not only creates worlds of pulse-racing eroticism, but also provokes thought with interesting characters and insightful journeys.

Excerpt 18 + Only

What was he doing to me? Why did it feel so damn good?! I wanted to see, but couldn’t sit up. But just as I started to fully submit-

My six o’clock alarm went off. I touched myself, and for the first time in a long while felt the wetness of arousal. Without even thinking about it I began to lightly stroke one of my slickened lips as my mind drifted with thoughts of the sex-expert-to-be. How much does he actually know about the female body? With all that research up in that head of his, dare I imagine the possibilities?!

That one brief conversation had changed everything. Before it, I saw Gerard as nothing more than a shy young college student, but now I found myself looking at him in a whole new light. He did have nice eyes, and when not wearing those glasses his face appeared to be less boyish and more like that of someone who just might give you a sexual thought. Or was my mind playing tricks on me, trying to convince itself for the prospect of finding pleasure for the body? I don’t know, but when I peered at him from the corner of my eye during breakfast and saw how he licked his orange juice moistened lips, I was struck with desire. For the rest of the day I couldn’t stop my inconspicuous gazes.

I bet his ass would look great in a pair of jeans…

What would those fingers really feel like inside me?

Could he really help me ‘spray the wall’?

bitches be writin’…about cheesecake, naked men and milestones

SO happy and excited I can hardly FREAKING stand it. (Tee. Hee)

It COULD be because I am at the wonderful Amber Skyze’s blog today, promoting my Erotic Romance Novella, Give & Receive. It COULD be because she is ALL kinds of awesome, since I totally had a brain leak and FORGOT that I was blogging there today and she took me anyway even when I gave her my shit @4:38 in the am. (You really do rock for this, mama)

Here’s the link if you are so inclined:

http://amberskyze.blogspot.com/2013/04/welcome-alisa-anderson.html

It COULD be that I woke up this morning one hundred pounds thinner and suddenly looking like Halle Berry (pregnant or not as either way is an improvement). It COULD be publisher’s clearing house has awarded me one million dollars every year for the rest of my natural born life.

Hell, it could be that currently I’m being serviced quite nicely by a naked Morris Chestnut, Dwayne Johnson, Ian Somerhalder and Michael Ealy. And Brad Pitt. All at once. And Keanu. He seems like he would be such a considerate lay….*sighs wistfully*

It COULD be they’re holding a cheesecake platter. Feeding and Fucking. Could life be more sweet?

Sadly…none of the above is true. Well…the part about Amber…that shit is totally true. She really is a queen of awesome. The rest tho? They’re more of what I like to call ambitious goals. Fully attainable, mind you….just not currently…

Accurate.

And please. Before anyone tries to bore me with trite nonsense about other wives and children and such….spare me. In my alternate universe, all of these men are currently single, unattached and currently waiting on my eggs to announce go. At which point there will be a mad rush for my premium blend egg stock, much fighting complete with sperm sword play and of course lots of mayhem and carnage.

The victorious sperm will emerge triumphant, a champion to all he oversees, and we will finally unite to form super babies, created in our own perfect image that will one day rule the world.

Hush now. Shhhhhhh. *places finger to lips to silence protest*

We all know I lack certain essential marbles needed to qualify as completely sane. But it’s my blog. Specifically designed for my foolywang material. My fuckery, if you will. There’s even a section marked, “fuckery.” See that? isn’t that neat how there’s a place for me?

So. I’ve wasted enough of your time with my usual shenanigans that some may or may not enjoy. It is my blog after all, and such random acts of nonsensical babble should be expected. And encouraged for that matter. Because we ALL know there isn’t enuff of THAT in the world.

*sighs* But, I digress. On to my point.

The Reason. I am SOOOOOOOO happy. And completely. Totally. Giddy as all get out. Is…..

THE GIVE AND RECEIVE SOUNDTRACK IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CFAJQ2Q/

*dances around in circles laffing gleefully*

Dah daaaaah dah dah daaaaah dah dah daaaaaah *inserts celebratory marching song*

I am thrilled….scared….sickened…… exhilarated, delighted, deflated (from the short term high that has since dissipated) and excited once again! All of the music, written, produced and sung by yours truly (try to be kind to my artistic vision, lol) featuring a collabo with my good friend Rona Boley who co-wrote “For One Night” with me. Whoda thought one little poem would turn into all of this, eh? So began the epic dynasty that is Give & Receive, lol……

Only ten damn years in the making…..but hey. Better late than never, bitchachos. Most importantly is the moral of this story, kids. Never stop trying to do better. Don’t stop believing in your craft or in YOU. And please believe, if someone isn’t saying you ain’t shit and your books (or music *grins*) suck whale testicles too, lol….you ain’t doing your damn job. Trust.

“Don’t stop…..believing….hold on to that feeling……streetlights….peo-paaaaaaalllllllll ooooooooooooo” *sings loudly*

(quick rewind to last nite)

me: *listening to glee’s “don’t stop believing”*
kid 1: mommy, what’s sea boy?
me: it’s CITY BOY, honey. city boy.
kid 1: a city boy? who’s the boy?
kid 2: city boy? but she doesn’t sound like a boy.
me: that’s cuz she’s talking about a city boy, born and raised in south detroit.
kid 2: so she’s NOT a boy?
me: NO! i JUST said that. (mildly impatient)
kid 1: oh. where’s south detroit?
me: nevermind. please leave me now. *le sigh*

(Present time: NOW) *continues to eye the seven year old hellion boys*

Happy weekend, kids. And buy the cd!
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CFAJQ2Q/