It's Free Book Friday again.
My stacks of signed books to give away are finally getting smaller. Yay. I will let you know how you can enter (you can even enter twice this week!) at the end of the post... Not because it's some big secret, but because it will make more sense at the end of the post.
Thing 1: Writer Peep Kim Reid (5 out of 6 on our crazy scale... see sidebar) just landed herself an agent. Those of you who are longtime readers of my blog know what a serious accomplishment this is. In my opinion, it's the biggest hurdle in the minefield of hurdles known as the publishing industry. Huzzah Kim!
Do you ever pay attention to the music playing in the grocery store? Neither do I. Because it usually sucks.
So, I'm at the grocery store the other day, and I happen to notice the music. It was actually a pretty good song. I couldn't believe it. I thought maybe they got a new manager. A younger, hipper manager.
Well, it was a song I liked, so he couldn't have been that young or that hip. I digress.
Anyway, then the next song comes on, and it's another song that doesn't make me puke. Imagine my luck.
But the song was one of those ones that requires a "radio edit" in several places.
So I'm picking out my milk, when one of those "radio edit" spots come on... Only there's no edit.
Granted, the music is soft enough for the grocery store, but still loud enough that I can distinctly hear the expletive. Several of them.
I give the woman next to me a shocked look, and she looks at me with an equally disgusted expression.
I'm about to suggest we go alert the employees when the woman looks at my butt. And scowls.
Probably y'all have already figured out the twist to the story, but it took me a good 10 seconds to realize the music was coming from the iPhone blaring in my back pocket.
You see, Sam got me an iPhone player for my car speakers, and I didn't know the music keeps playing even after I unhook it.
And when in my back pocket, my phone's speakers were just muffled enough to sound like the store sound system.
I gave the woman a sheepish smile, and then sprinted for the door. As for why I would have such a song that needs radio edits, what can I say? Some good bands just have potty mouths.
To enter the contest:
1. Leave a comment here, and share an embarrassing moment or blunder of your own so we can commiserate. If you can't think of one, share one from your favorite book.
2. After you've done that, if you want to earn a second entry, you can head on over to Kim's blog and congratulate her in the comments.
Caveat: You have to leave a comment here first, just so I know which ones of Kim's commenters are there from my blog. Does that make sense? Let me know if it doesn't.
My kids are out of school today, because apparently a fissure will erupt in the universe if the kids actually attend all five school days in one week.
Have a great weekend, y'all. Anyone have fun plans? I'm having lunch with Cranberry Fries. I hope she actually brings Cranberry Fries.