What??? Who’s Coming Over Tomorrow? And another item added to our giveaway
Before I get to the post, here is what I’m adding to our giveaway. A little (it’s very small and lacy) dragonfly book marker. I ordered these because there’s a scene in PERSUADED that Greyson…Well, I’m not going to spoil it, but he’s a very clever and inventive guy. That’s all I’m saying 
and I wanted to use the dragonfly motif a little. These bookmarks are smaller/more delicate than I would have liked, but they’re still adorable. For those of you who don’t know what’s already in our giveaway, read about here. Rules are simple. Leave a comment and each time you do your name goes into the hat. If you’re signed up for my mailing list you already have one entry. Good luck!!!
So let me set this one up for you. I took the afternoon to connect with a very talented author I’ve been dying to meet for quite some time now. Ms. Desiree Holt and I had a terrific lunch together. She was everything I imagined she would be. Smart, funny, and down-to-earth. We’ve already decided we’re going to be great friends. So excited about that. Did I mention that she writes steamy romances with strong alpha males and heroines to fall in love with? She does. Her stories are hot, hot, HOT. So yeah, we have a lot to talk to talk about when we get together. Heh. I’ll keep you guys posted.
But for now, back to me coming home. Where to start? Let me see…
I walked through the door and when my poochie greeted me she started making all kinds of noise that translated would go something like this: “Where have you been? I thought you left me? Where did you go? I’m so glad you’re home. Daddy fixed me dinner and it sucked. How could you leave an important job like that up to him? I missed you. How much did you miss me? How much? How much? HEY! Don’t pay attention to Daddy! I’m here. Pet me. Me! Me!”
*Looks right at you and hikes a brow* I think I need to get out more. The poor pooch almost had a heart attack. No word of a lie. So, where was I? Oh, yeah, back to the next catastrophe. I know what you’re thinking. What did Honey do now?
*Pulls up a chair and sits down to tell you*
Honey decided out of the clear blue to change over the laundry I had started before I left. Unfortunately, bleach is not his friend and now it’s my new enemy as he ruined another set of sheets. I was so bummed about that, and can I just say, I hate hearing the phrase, “Don’t freak out but…”
Why? Because you gotta know the second I hear those words I’m worried.
So there I am listening to the pooch crying so hysterically with joy that I’m home she’s almost passing out at my feet, and Honey bitching about bleach not having enough warning labels on the bottle.
I couldn’t do that though because it was time for dinner, and just as I’m asking Honey if he’s called my mom over, she arrives. I was going to wave a hello, when Honey puts a hand on my arm and says, “About your mom. We have to talk.”
That’s when I hear Mom call, “Did Honey tell you about tomorrow?”
I looked up at him and he’s scowling so I know whatever he has to share is not something I’ll be looking forward to. “What happened?”
“Your mother answered the landline today.”
And there I am bracing myself and wondering why she did it. She has her own cell phone for emergencies and I’ve told her a thousand times. Do not pick up the house phone when I’m out. If my car breaks down or I’m ever in an accident or something I WOULD NOT call her – I’d call everyone, and I mean everyone before I ever thought to call her. She just doesn’t understand her limitations. Even if I did call her for…I don’t know, some reason, say my cell auto dialed the number and all I could do was shout out my location because I was pinned under the wheel of my vehicle, she wouldn’t know how to hang up so she could dial 911. Scratch that. It would take her twenty minutes to find a pen to write down my location because she can’t remember so well. I’d be a non-breathing pancake squashed under that rubber, and she’d still be heavily breathing into the phone bitching about why there’s never a pen around when you need one
*Lets out a deep sigh and then shakes head* The God’s honest truth? She’s a little optimistic about her current physical abilities. That’s all I can say. The other day when Honey was on the ladder cleaning out the gutters, she opened her sliding door and yelled up at him. “You shouldn’t be on the ladder with no one spotting you. You want me to come out and hold it for you?”
And there’s me thinking, great idea if you can let go of you walker long enough.
Seriously?
So yeah, I may have to rethink this one. We thought we had the phone problem licked when we shut off the ringer, but the line is connected through our cable and being that she watches the news all day – she sees the incoming calls pop up on her TV screen. It makes absolutely no sense that she’d want to pick up a call from Carlsbad CA. She doesn’t know anyone in California. But then, that’s me trying to make sense out of this. I asked her once and she basically told me that her second cousin – twice removed – mentioned once 60 years ago that he wanted to go to California and it could have been him calling.
*Insert me sagely nodding over that one here* Why? For starts that was the last time she’d talked to the guy and when I did the math on that cousin she was talking about? He’d be 102 years old today.
Marvelous.
So yeah, I may have to rethink this one. But back to me bracing myself…
“What about tomorrow?”
Honey points in Madge’s direction and shrugs. “You may want to ask your mom. From what I figure we have an insulation contractor coming to sell us on a job tomorrow afternoon.”
“Insulation? We don’t need insulation.”
Honey made a face that said, “You’re trying to find the logic? Silly woman.”
So I walk into the family room prepared to get to the bottom of this latest dilemma in my life.
“Mom? Did you answer the phone and schedule an appointment with an insulation contractor to come here tomorrow?”
My mom parks her walker and sits down. “Insulation? I thought he was a window guy?”
I look back at Honey who by now is scowling. This is not good people. We don’t need new windows either.
“Did you get their contact information?” I’m thinking I’ll just call in the morning and cancel.
“Yes. His name is Eric. He’ll be here at two o’clock sharp.”
“Did you write down his number?”
“No. I couldn’t find a pen.”
Which meant she didn’t get his company name either. Perfect.
Even more perfect? By the time dinner was over with and we got the full story from her, I now knew we could be expecting an insulation guy, a window guy, or a man selling life insurance.
*Le sigh*
So, um, if any of you happen to know an Eric who either installs insulation or windows and may have a sideline business selling insurance in the Tampa Bay area could you please tell him his appointment at two sharp has been cancelled?
I told Madge last night that I was going to turn him away when he showed up and she wasn’t happy about it. Why? Go figure. Seems Eric is the salt of the earth and a very nice man.
Hm…And there’s me wondering. Exactly how long did my mom chat with the guy?
Anyways, all is right with the world today. This morning when I went over to check on her she asked me to do her hair. Why? We have company coming at noon. >.<
Alrighty then. She can’t even remember the right time for the wrong guy who’s showing up to sell us a mystery product. Fantastic!
And as always, thanks for stopping by!
Riley
P.S. PERSUADED is getting the final polishes. I will post as soon as it’s live on Amazon. I can’t wait for this one to release. Early readers have given me the best feedback. A couple of my favorite comments? (I put this one in the book video) “It’s Basic Instinct meets Romancing the Stone!” What I didn’t put in there was the second part to her comment which was “I am in #$@!%$# LUST with Greyson!” Heh. I loved reading that. The second email I adored from another reader was: “Riley I can’t…I can’t even. This book. THIS BOOK!!! And I’m only on chapter seven! So yeah, I’m super excited about you guys meeting my guys. 
