I fessed up on the facebook messenger last night, folks. We had ourselves a good hearty laugh about the whole thing. (Well I assumed we did, I did, and I inferred from his comments that so did he, although since I wasn't actually speaking with him I could be mistaken . . .) I also managed to weasel out of him that he had in fact read all of his mom's Christian Romance novels by the time he was 14, so the thought of him reading some Nora Roberts isn't that far-fetched after all. I might have convinced him to give one a try . . .
Oh, and he indeed believes in God, despite his doctoral candidacy status. He lives in the Bronx. It's required for survival.
It's Saturday. I have been invited to a scrapbook party, and a bridal shower jewelry party today. Neither of which I'll be able to attend. Elijah isn't super cooperative at those things. lol I have a dirty kitchen and no motivation to remedy it. I did manage to vacuum and move some laundry around but haven't gotten to the folding yet. I need some of Judi's imaginary "spray-on motivation". I'll have to get my butt around later, as I'm feeding Elizabeth's cats for her today. Sarah Mclachlan would be so proud . . . was that wrong of me?? (that's a commercial reference for those of you without t.v.'s)
I'm off to procrastinate on my housework in the living room while reading Northern Lights. The book
Judi smuggled into the states.
Oh, P.S. I still like John better than Roman. Sue me. I can make the "pensive John Black" expression very well. You know the one, with one eyebrow raised. I can do that.