Chip shot 10
WARNING: This is a post about absolutely nothing, so if you value your time in any way, you may want to stop right here.
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Charlie looks at me very accusingly these days. I’ve been spraying his privates each morning with a stingy and stinky topical spray. Seems he ran through some nettles. When you’re a dachshund, your undercarriage is never very safe.
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Another big news day here in Dog Patch. The article describes this particular ferret as “dark brown” just in case that helps you all be on the look out.
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These are Red Hot Pokers, if you happen to need proof that flowers can be seriously ugly. Who’d plant them by choice? Okay, okay, now I’m going to hear from a bunch of you. May I say ONCE AGAIN I’m goddamn sorry about the Trophy Wife post.
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Project update: An agent has my manuscript now, deciding whether I pass the test. Pins and needles time. I am well into the second ms, so I guess this fiction writing thing has me hooked. Well, sort of. Right now, the only thing really selling is Paranormal Romantic Suspense. In other words, something like Will the zombies succeed in doing the dirty without various body parts falling off? I guess the desire to publish just isn’t quite that great here on the back nine.