Thursday, April 16, 2009

Here a wolf, there a wolf - everywhere a Werewolf!


This is my vacation read. It is 560 pages LONG, and chock full of all sorts of werewolf details. Such as, werewolves are
A)selfish
B)savage
C) er, have a strong sensual side and a certain affinity for whiskey and/or laudanum.

But, can I put it down? No - I've made it more than halfway and am now compelled to find out how it all ends. Mind you, it is not because the writing is so engaging that I cannot put it down, only that I'm in too deep to quit now. Do you ever do that?

So anyway, werewolves now seem to be cropping up in lots of places.

At the beach the other day, I noticed a guy (bless his heart) who was actually quite good looking from the waist up, but from the knees down? He was a hairy nightmare. He had to have waxed the rest of his body - no one can possibly have a shag rug on their shins and nary a hair up there in the chestal/forearm area. I am proud of myself for not snapping a pic of him (and oh, was it ever tempting). I suppose werewolves are entitled to a little privacy too, after all.

Last night, I dreamt of werewolves. Mr O had run to a near by neighbor's to help with someone who'd been attacked. All I could do was watch through the window as a werewolf approached him on his return. I warned the children not to unlock the door--no matter what!--and then I slipped out the front door to provide a distraction so Mr. O could get away. I ran out and hid behind a Jeep parked on the street, Mr. O was temporarily lost from view.

I heard a growl behind me and turned to see him. He had a wild look in his eye and his face had changed. Mr. O had suddenly sprouted a mullet and canines longer than Jacob Black's. And all I could think was I had told the kids not to unlock the dang door. Oh Schmidt!

Seriously, I have got to finish this book and soon (if you've read it, please just tell me how it ends).