You're sitting in your living room on a Sunday afternoon reading a book. The windows are open and a gentle breeze wafts through the house. And a female voice shrilly starts yelling outside your window. Pause. Again with the shrill voice. Pause. A deeper masculine voice is heard. Hmm, time to look out those open windows and find out what's happening.
I went to the kitchen window and the young female is waving her arms as she yells some more. Now I can hear clearly that she is angry about something. And this bit of wisdom is thrown at the young man - "Shut up and talk to me!"
Really?!? Which part is this poor boy supposed to do? I felt confused for him. I have no idea what he said because you never heard him say anything. By her reactions he must have been saying plenty.
This continued for quite awhile until I went out on the porch and parked myself on the hammock. I finally made my presence known and they moved on.
I did get a few stitches in this weekend. The desire to sit there and stitch seems to have moved on for now. But, I'm reading as if my pants are on fire!
Has any one else ever read Lightning by Dean Koontz? A bit scifi, love story, mystery, and drama. I've read it probably 5 times now. It's still good.
Could some one kick me? I have a RAK completely ready to go and I know where it's going - so why does it continue to sit on my dining room table??
This is going to be a rip roaring week - I just have a feeling! Hope this week finds you well!