HB: It will be out July 1, 2013. You’re a pansy, pansy.
SPAL: Anyway, we wanted to thank the following for helping do the reveal:
Alex J. Cavanaugh
Donna K. Weaver
HB: We did a drawing, too, for a 10 dollar Amazon card. Norma Beishir won. Yay for Miss Norma!
The boys clap their paws together and jump up and down!
SPAL: Before we go, we have a story to tell you.
SPAL: It must’ve been a Thursday evening not long ago.
HB: Yeah. Mummsy took us out for out night-night poops and pees.
SPAL: It had to be 10 o’clock. It was before school let out for the summer.
HB: There were three little boys roaming our street. Mummsy said they couldn’t have been any older than seven.
SPAL: So Mummsy asked if their Mummsy knew where they were.
HB: Yeah. That’s all Mummsy said.
SPAL: The little boys said nothing and we went home to get ready for night-night.
HB: Yeah. And we got our bedtime chewy-chews and Mummsy sang to us, gave us some lovey-love, and closed our door.
SPAL: And everything was quiet until, kaplunk, bang, slam, kaplunk!
HB: Yeah. It had me very upset. I thought I was going to have to kill someone.
SPAL: Ha! Anyway, Mummsy came for our help and we all ran down stairs. Someone was kicking and punching our front door.
SPAL: Mummsy opened the door to a very mad BWFF. One hand was balled in a fist and the other one held a beer. Behind this person stood a red headed chick-that’s what Mummsy called her.
And Munmmsy says, “Can I help you, ladies?”
BWFF says, “Who do you think you are asking my son if I know where he is? That’s none of you f&%$#@! business!”
Mummsy looks at them both, while stupid here goes outside to get a belly rub from the enemy. And Mummsy says, “It’s a bit late for little boys to be outside without their parents.”
SPAL: Did, too. Anyway, the BWFF starts to yell at my Mummsy, and I stood firm beside her baring my teeth, growling. Nobody hurts my Mummsy. SO Mummsy says, “Why don’t you ladies go home and sleep off your beers.”
By that time, stupid ran back into the house, and Mummsy shut and locked the door. But that BWFF says, “I’m going to call the cops on you for harassment,” while she’s punching and kicking our door.
And Mummsy says, “You do that and have a blast while you do it,” through the door.
HB: Yeah. But that bad old BWFF moved out this weekend.
SPAL: Thank God. The whole street is glad she’s gone. That’s our story. Anybody out there have a crazy neighbor story?
Before we go, we’d like to tell you that Authors for Oklahoma have their first bundles up over at Writers for Mass Distraction. This is a giveaway. Make a 10 dollar donation to the Crowrise link, your name goes into a drawing, and pick which bundle you’d like. This will run from June 25th to July 15th.
Lots of licks!