And Now… Another Chapter in Tales of Bestselling Authors Behaving Like Rational Grownups

And what in my magical inbox should appear, but Christine Feehan, and eight tiny reindeer of rational prose. Ok, no reindeer, but prose? Got it:

The story as I know it:

The camera did in fact belong to me, not my daughter.  Heather and I are friends and have been for many years.  I’m old and body part photos don’t really work so well for me as a joke and I was concerned that perhaps someone else might post the pictures on the internet.  No, my son never saw the pictures, the ones he saw were of our home so he knew the camera was mine.  He knew the camera was mine and never would have left them there for me to see as he knows what an old fashioned woman I am.  The girls apologized and that should have ended it.  The police were never called.  There were no tears by anyone I know of.  I’m pretty certain all the fictional accounts are far better than anything either Heather or I could have written but it was fun to read them all.

No tears, no police, no drama? ARMPITS?! That’s it? Funny how rational grownup behavior is so very entertaining. Thanks, ma’am!

Now, do we need to have an armpit photography contest?


Romantic Times

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  1. 1
    Joanne says:

    Well now I’m happy now because all I could think of when I read the first account was about how badly the two mother’s must have felt.

    And I hope that is the end of armpits. Okay, ending armpits may be a bit strong, use your own judgement.

    Time to walk the ferrets

  2. 2
    R. says:

    Okay, working on getting over a fit of rabid giggles and snorts, here,…

    SBTB haz a tag in their tag cloud for ‘armpits’!!

    * snerk! *

    Ahem.  ‘Dignity’, must think ‘dignity’.  Okay, got it under control now.

    * snerk! *

    Eh, mebbe not.

  3. 3

    Again, I’m much more relieved about the armpits.

    but ya know, now I’m going to find myself looking at people’s armpits and the weird mind will wander.  :-O

  4. 4
    rebyj says:

    Ah come on, the dramatized events were tittilating! I’m glad it wasn’t as bad as it sounded like at first but gawd what a good laugh for a couple of days.

    As always, I sincerely hope no one was harmed for the benefit of MY entertainment. LOL

    Will our “Dark Cavern” hero ever find his lifemate? It appears not.

  5. 5

    Oh please, people.
    This is AMERICA!!

    You have the right to bare arms.


  6. 6
    Rebecca says:

    Well, I guess you had to be there.

    Speaking of the tag cloud, perhaps SBTB means to have typed Beatrice Small, instead of Bertrice Small?

    Just noticed it…

  7. 7
    SonomaLass says:

    No, I think they mean Bertrice Small, author of all those books.

  8. 8

    What I want to know is why have I spent the past two days trying to examine my own armpit cleavage? Mine doesn’t look like a vajayjay at all. Maybe I need to see Dr. 90210?

  9. 9

    Who’s Beatrice Small?  I dig Bertrice’s stuff, tho, I admit it.

  10. 10
    Lorelie says:

    SBTB haz a tag in their tag cloud for ‘armpits’!!

    An’ more than that, it’s larger than the tag for audiobooks!!!

    Roslyn, mine don’t look like vajayjays either.  I don’t know about you but I have a feeling it might be because I’m on the fluffy side.  Does look kinda like boob cleavage, though.  :D

  11. 11

    No, I think they mean Bertrice Small, author of all those books.

    Best sarcastic response of the day.

    You know, I was actually moved to make a pitgina photo of my own yesterday, only to find that my armpit looks nothing at all like a vahooey.  I am deeply disappointed.

  12. 12

    E. Ann Bardawill, I must kill you now.

  13. 13

    Want me to hold her down co-author Liddy?

    Trying to be helpful and worrying about her own arms now.

  14. 14
    SonomaLass says:

    Will our “Dark Cavern” hero ever find his lifemate? It appears not.

    No he won’t, if he’s checking out all the vajayjays in the village without knowing that he should really be looking for an armpit.

    I actually managed to gross out my 16-year-old princess with that lovely image of Ms. Aguilara’s pit.  Score!

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