drumroll-please

Okay dokey, the pic  . . . well, the true story while funny is not as tawdry as one might think–well we did get two of NRH’s finest and they were fine (did I mention we all stood around giggling like school girls–at least I know I did!) so that’s something! . . . and they did miss the OPEN bottle of Caramel Baileys in the front seat floorboard.

So anyhoo . . . Miss Ames goes to her car to leave the party and is stopped by a ‘Bud (that’s what the Yellow Rose  RWA gals are called–kitchy ain’t it). The ‘Bud has some pertinent contest stuff for her. She pulls her car up next to ‘Bud B and whamo bamo who knew: the car locks–running–smack dab in the middle of the street.

I being the uber-overachiever offered to call AAA (apparently Lynn said to call the fuzz, but I missed that loading my car). AAA, while not quite laughing at the situation, say it will be an hour. Fine whatever. Then 10 minutes later they call back to say it will be at least TWO MORE hours.

Uh, hello, running car, middle of the street.

I call the NRH police. And viola, you can see how that turned out. I will say I feel bad for Officer Dark and hottie. He tried valiantly to get the “snake” (hehe)  inserted but to no avail. So Officer Married but blushes at strange women shows up to give his buddy a hand with his snake, they shove, push, prod, grunt–and we have orgasm er ah entrance. . . .

So . . . I think as prizes were mentioned for bookstore galores, the two winners are . . .  Emma P and Miss Bailey. :bounce:

Emma, send me your snail-mail addy to denise at denise belinda mcdonald.com no spaces  (B, I have yours) and I will get those out ASAP! MERRY CHRISTMAS