I glanced over at a fellow reader in Borders, and the title of her book was Thug-a-licious.
On a completely unrelated note, there was a Miss Snark sighting, yesterday.
And, I have HOT WATER!!! My hot water heater has been broken for two months. Two months! I got to soak in HOT WATER and take a HOT SHOWER!!!!! With Baby Vapor Bath and Shower Soothers. I want to breeeaaathe, dear gods and goddesses, just let me breeeaaathe!
It was utter bliss--pure joy--to splash around in the bubbles. I had the hot shower running while I sat in a bubble bath. The best of both worlds! The cats were looking at me funny as I splashed and giggled. I’m sure I’m too old, but ... the only thing missing was a rubber ducky.
Think me silly? You try going without hot water for two months, and see if you don’t do the same thing, LOL.
Thug-a-licious. Now that’s some title. I’m gonna have to go see what that’s about, LOL.
Where would the story be, for you? I keep wondering how one could ever move on, ever forgive oneself. How could one go on living? How could a spouse ever forgive? A sibling?
Remember Sophie’s Choice? That movie still haunts me, and I haven’t seen it for years.
On a semi-related note, apparently Agent Zigzag offered to assassinate Hitler for Britian’s M15, and was turned down. He couldn’t’ve done worse than the Russians and what’s-his-name.