![]() Buenos Thursday! I have returned at last! For those who don’t know me, I’m Ezmerelda, a Guatemalan worry doll currently enslaved as Shannon’s muse. Right now she is staggering around the neighborhood in her pajamas, walking her dog, and their matching crazy bedhead hairstyles are probably the talk of the entire town. Mini, who no doubt is named after my fabulous car, is wearing her new pink harness. You should have seen Shannon in PetSmart, ooohing and aaahing over |
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![]() Dear Ezmerelda, I know a muse is supposed to be a fickle and capricious being, but now’s not really a good time for you to uphold those old stereotypes. Right now I need you to roll up those sleeves and focus, even though… 1. The upstairs bathroom is totally deconstructed and so much sawdust has been tracked through our house it looks like a backwoods honkytonk dive. 2. The tall kid is home sick and has an aversion to |
![]() Buenos Friday! I can’t believe another week has passed already. My sense of time has no doubt been skewed by Shannon’s working me into a state of utter exhaustion. Don’t tell her I told you, but she’s panicking because the short kid begins full-time days at school next week and she knows she was about two years too late implementing Operation Don’t Get a Day Job. As you can see, I tried to escape her slavedriving villainy by catching a |
![]() Buenos Friday! It is me, Ezmerelda, intrepid indentured muse. I have missed you and managed to escape the metal hell in which I have been trapped. (Shan: Oh, shut up. I keep you in a very lovely Vanilla Mint tin to keep you safe from the cats.) So what has my |
![]() Buenos Friday! Did you miss me? Shannon has been keeping me very busy working on our secret project and Becoming Miss Becky and the third Devlin Group book. But as you can see, there is always time for frolicking at sunset with a cowboy. Wait. Do you hear that? How am I supposed to think with all that racket? Shan: That’s Gallagher shouting again. He’s still stuck down in that plot hole. Adam: I could shoot him. Ez: That would |
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