So I didn’t get to blog yesterday and almost didn’t today either. Whoever says that stay at home moms don’t have anything to do but sit around, watch soaps, eat bon-bons, and read smutty romance novels, has obviously never actually held this job. Or if they did, they had a housekeeper, a chef, a nanny, a butler, a personal assistant, and a chauffer helping them out.

Yesterday I swung by WalMart and Barnes and Noble. While at WalMart, I broke down and bought Stella, Get Your Man by Nancy Bartholomew even though I wasn’t crazy about the first one. I also got Deadly Illusions by Brenda Joyce which I was very excited about. I know a lot of people thoroughly dislike her Deadly series, but I look forward to each new book. So sue me πŸ˜‰ I picked up Dead by Dusk by Shannon Drake and as a gift for a friend, one of those cute picture books that Mel likes so much; The Meaning of Life by Bradley Trevor Grieve.

I actually only bought one book for myself at Barnes and Noble; Bitten – the anthology with LKH, MJD, Charlaine Harris, Angela Knight,and one other author whose name I can’t recall πŸ™ I started that one at the doctor’s office and since I had to wait an hour and a half, I’m halfway through it. I got Brianna 3 little board books for us to read at bedtime. They’re so cute. I just love being able to buy her books and she gets almost as many as I do these days!

But I got distracted in Barnes and Noble. Happened upon a display of two poetry books, both edited by Daisy Goodwin ; 101 Poems That Could Save Your Life and 101 Poems To Get You Through The Day(and Night) I had a few minutes to kill so I browsed through them. The premise is that the editor, Ms. Goodwin has selected poems to fit different times or themes. Like sex. Yeah, for when you’re trying to get in the mood. Like this poem by Selima Hill:

A SMALL HOTEL

My nipples tick
like little bombs of blood.

Someone is walking
in the yard outside.

I don’t know why
Our Lord was crucified.

A really good fuck
makes me feel like custard.

Or this one by e.e. cummings

may I feel

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

But there were also poems for when things just aren’t working out. Although…it seems like things worked out just fine for the two in this verse πŸ˜‰

cake by Roger McGough

i wanted one life
you wanted another
we couldn’t have our cake
so we ate each other

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