Now, before I tell you this, please know that though I am mean as hell, this is not some cruel joke that I’ve invented to upset you, loyal blogreaders, and make you cry and cause you to rend your garments. This is the truth.
One of my dogs, either Chicken or Reagan, has eaten my last Ramona book.
Here’s how it happened.
This morning I left to go for a run, and since I was going for distance and it was hot, I left the dogs at home. This always makes them mad, but they seldom stoop to destruction of property. This time, I guess, it was just too much for them, because when I came home, sweaty and happy, I was greeted with the tattered remains of Ramona Quimby, Age 8.
I am so sorry to have to tell y’all that this book took me months to find in my used bookstore. It may be awhile before I can find another copy. So here's the deal:
I'm going to review The Witches and The Mouse and the Motorcyle over the next few weeks. Hopefully the first half of The Witches will be up by tomorrow (it's a long book) and the second half will be up this weekend.
Please forgive me. I feel that I've failed you. Trust that the culprit will be found and severely punished. That's right folks, I'm going to hire an idiot to make them do the YMCA.
Meet me back here tomorrow, K?
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2 comments:
Your dogs look too cute to have caused such mass destruction. Best of luck finding another copy of "Age 8" ... if I had a spare I'd totally send it to you.
Omg, The Witches! That book and the movie scared me when I was little, so of course, I loved them. Yay!
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