First up, you should head on over to HarlequinJunkie.com to read a bit about my inspiration for Josh Kowalski’s book, All He Ever Dreamed (which releases in less than a week!). There’s also a giveaway! Besides two $10 gift certificates, there’s a copy of All He Ever Dreamed up for grabs! Plus you should read all the other posts, like I do, and go broke buying up all the books Sara talks about because I do and that way I won’t be alone.
We almost made it out with only what I’d gone in for, but then his gaze landed upon a ginormous bucket of cheese balls. We’d had them before, at my sister’s house when we plowed through the bucket like we’d never had cheese balls before, but it had been years. He wore me down fairly quickly and made it through check-out with his bucket o’cheese balls.
And here we come to the difference between my boys. In the unlikely event the teen asked for a ginormous bucket of cheese balls, he would simply carry it to the truck in a dignified manner and, upon arriving at home, pop the top and eat a handful or two.
Not my short kid. He cradled the bucket in his arms, petting it and whispering “my precious”, over and over again. He cringed away from anybody walking by, giving Golem eyes to those who looked his way, while wrapping his entire body around the bucket and hissing “myyyyyyyyy precious”.
And this is why I try to go to the grocery store while my sons are at school.