The Wyrd Sisters

Okay, now that I have your attention....

I can tell you all about this, because I no longer have the very special item I'd ordered for Sunday's gift exchange for my chapter's <http://www.pprw.org> annual holiday party. He was perfect. I really shopped for this, because I wanted something they would really appreciate--men and chocolate. :) Perfect, I tell you! The best gift I've ever found for a PPRW gift exchange, with the possible exception of the life-sized Jean Luc....

My *very* tall standard poodle ate him.... ATE HIM! Okay, so she's female. Perhaps we can forgive her. Well...maybe. I'll take that under consideration. Right now, she's in the doghouse....

If chocolate is toxic to dogs, we'll soon find out!

Let me tell you about the Chocolate Loverboy. He was certainly decadent. :) On the back of the box, it said "He's Hard, But He Will Melt In Your Mouth!" Then it listed ten reasons why he's better than your last boyfriend.

1. Will listen patiently to everything you say.
2. His eyes are only for you.
3. Understands when you have a headache.
4. Made of the right stuff.
5. Wears his heart on his boxers.
6. He's hard when you want him to be. (blush)
7. He will stand by you.
8. If he even thinks about straying, just eat his legs.
9. Won't talk about sports.
10. He's fun to have around, but even more fun to get rid of. :-)

Here's a link to where I bought him.

http://www.pyramidcollection.com/itemdy00.asp?T1=P26704

I just came home from the grocery store--yes, even glamorous romance authors do these mundane chores--and found Loverboy's shipping box and wrapping paper on my office floor. No sign of the box the loverboy was in--including the cellophane--or any traces of chocolate on the floor. Not even a sliver....

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm now putting on my boots to slog through mud and snow at 7500 feet above sea level to see how much--if any--the mutt left in the backyard. She drags things through her dog door thinking we won't figure it out. Silly girl. She's 18 months old. I guess that makes her a young teen-ager in dog years. Right? Heh...

Can I ground her, take the car keys, and suspend her Internet access...? Yeah, right! Or hit her where it really counts and confiscate the cellphone?!?!?

So let us all mourn Chocolate Loverboy's passing--probably quite literally through poodle digestive tract--together, and hope I don't end up having to take this pedigreed young monster to the vet....

Before anyone asks, the photo on the box showed him wearing pink boxers with hearts on them, holding a rose in a strategic region. Guess! Only the poodle knows for sure if he was anatomically correct, and she ain't tellin'....

Did someone say I could relax now that my oldest daughter's wedding is history as of December 2nd <http://www.debstover.com/wedding.html>? Oh, I forgot--all the Wyrd Sisters write fiction.... :-)

And--trust me--I wish much of my life, including the above, was fiction....

Hope your holidays are going well, and that there's a real chocolate loverboy in your life. :)

~Deb
http://www.debstover.com/