I hate the cover of the book I’m currently reading. There’s a dude on it - well, there are two dudes on it, really - but the one that is just a disembodied glowing head looks alarmingly like Professor X. And he looks seriously peeved. Probably because he can read my mind and all. And right now that is a cluttered mess. Chock full of action items I could or should be taking care of right this very moment, while also brimming over with big life questions. It’s no wonder I’m having a hard time getting past the first hundred pages. And now Jean Luc, I mean Professor X, is glaring at me…silently reproaching me for turning my back on him and my typically escapist tendencies. But hey, I’ll always have alliteration.
Bonus: I completely forgot about Guy Fawkes Night, but Chuck happened upon a celebration…on the beach in the Bay Area, of all places.
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Is that the little man pictured? He has the cleanest looking nails I have ever seen on a little man!
It is one and the same. I feel like I’m always on him about washing his grubby little hands, so I guess it’s paying off!
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