I had a ball at DubuqueFest on Saturday signing books at the Author Fair. I felt like a total rock star sitting at my neatly decorated table
complete with gorgeous flowers provided by my sweet husband, surrounded by readers and writers. Thank you to everyone who came to see me and also to those who couldn’t be there but wished me luck, your support means the world to me!
I did have one awkward moment at the signing though that I’m sure
will stick with me forever. With my daughter sitting beside me an older lady asked if there were any bad words in my books. I didn’t lie and I told her that there was some harsh language. She said, “Harsh as in G.D’s?” I replied, “No, harsh as in F’s.” The lady then claimed to be a Christian who didn’t read books with that kind of nonsense and she stomped away. I looked over at McKenzie who with arms folded was glaring at me. “Mom, I’m so embarrassed, you have bad words in your book?!” Looking at the floor I nodded yes and was then scolded by
The signing was held indoors, in the Roshek building where it was
nice and cool. I think a lot of people who were attending the festival came through to cool off or to use the restrooms. But that was okay there was a lot of traffic and that made it worth it. Sitting there for seven hours was a long haul but I’d do it all over again.
A Bag of Cat Piss
Yep, you guessed it. It was too good to be true. We had a showing
today and I was feeling pretty confident with Maddie tucked safely inside her pillow case. I drove the animals to Mcdonald’s and got myself one of those new Chicken and Bacon wrap sandwich’s (YUMMY!) and I got a hamburger for Charlie.
He was so happy about getting a burger that he decided to sit on
my lap – while I was driving down the highway. Charlie is a big dog (German shepherd) and he weighs 85 pounds. So I’m doing seventy-something with food in one hand trying to get him off my lap with the other. There was some crazy driving for a while and of course a cop saw this and got right on my tail. I’m sure he ran my plates and saw that I have a good driving record and he finally decided to leave me alone. And that’s a good thing because knowing my luck he would have inquired about the ‘wet’ moving, crying bag in the back.
Just my luck, she pissed all over again. Thankfully she was lying
in a plastic tote. Taking a cat out of a pillowcase soaked with piss and then giving her a bath was definitely not something I wanted to do today. I’ve completely had it with her.
When I picked the kids up from school I announced that we are
getting rid of her. I just can’t do this anymore. They both seemed fine with it until we got to the grocery store and Mac broke down in tears. I feel awful but I honestly don’t know what else I can do. There is no way this cat will make a nine hour drive to Kentucky and I certainly am not going to stop every hour to hose her off. I’ve tried everything I can think of. I am so done with this cat.
Does that make me a bad person?