#ThorsDaySmile #Laughter #Humor

What with all the strange news about UFOs lately, I thought maybe studying life on earth from the perspective of aliens might be fun, so here’s some Nathan W. Pyle humor for you to enjoy!

And there you have our world from the viewpoint of the Aliens Among Us!
Makes you realize just how truly weird we are, doesn’t it!
😀 😀 😀

#MondayMeme #MondayBlogs

First Monday of the New Year, and though I’m very busy with my visiting family, I did want to stop by and let you know that things are picking up around The Write Stuff, bit by bit. Just to get the week off to a good start, here are a couple of writing, reading, and book-related memes to make  you smile. Hope a couple of them are new to you!


#Free Ebook MenoWhat? A Memoir — #Menopause #Humor – D. G. Kaye


D. G. Kaye’s book, Meno-What? A Memoir is free today! Don’t miss a great opportunity to read this humorous account of what can be an exasperating time in a woman’s life.  Promotion lasts until Monday, November 9, but don’t wait until the last minute. Grab your copy TODAY! Read about it Here:

Meno-What? A Memoir is Free Today


Update & A Smile For You!

Just wanted to let you good folks know I’ve managed (knock wood) to beat the heck outta the infection I developed, and am walking pretty well (with a cane), so life is improving day by day. Still some pain issues, especially at the end of the day, but I’m not going to complain. Even with the setback, I’m light years ahead of where I was with the other foot, so all is well.

Still haven’t had time to catch up on my blogs (or yours!) since I’m trying desperately to get Finding Hunter wrapped up. Formatting, Author’s Notes, Acknowledgments, and those  types of things being finished, now. And waiting on my cover proof. (You’ll see it here, first!)

I figured a smile might go a long way towards redeeming myself (from my serious neglect), so here’s a little thingie  I found yesterday that made me laugh. Oh, how I identify with this!



I Did It, and Lived to Tell the Tale!


There are few things in my life that I dread more than dental work, and by dental work, I mean anything whatsoever that causes me to open the door to a dentist’s office, and go inside, unless I’m just selling magazine subscriptions or Avon products. (None of which I sell, btw.)

But alas, once in a great while, Fate decides to provide the entertainment for the rest of the Gods of Morpork and Ankh (I’m reading Terry Pratchett) and gives me a toothache. And not just any toothache, but one so bad that I had to see my regular dentist to be told after an hour’s work that the tooth beneath my crown is basically mush, but that he’s SURE he can save it. Why he wants to save mush is never fully explained, but an appointment with an endodontist is made immediately so I can have root canal “therapy.” You’d think anything with the word “therapy” in it would be soothing and pleasant, with soft music, and kind people handing you tissues as you spend long, cathartic minutes rehashing your misunderstood childhood, and leave feeling cleansed and capable.

Sadly, in root canal “therapy,” the closest you come to being soothed would be the Halcion tablets you’re given an hour before the procedure (which rather than soothe, render your fingers so fat you can’t type, much less walk a straight line across the room, while carrying a cup of Earl Grey), and forget pleasant altogether.  Pleasant is RIGHT OUT. Tissues are for spitting into, and the only thing cathartic about the process is when it ends and you get to tell the endodontist what you think of him, his forefathers, and the horse they rode in on, too, as you stumble out the door, still under the influence of the Halcion. It’s possible I was so deeply under that same influence, the doctor thinks I propositioned both him and that horse I mentioned. Speaking clearly at that point was no easier than navigating a straight line, so I can only wonder who or what might show up at my front door one Saturday night.

And the best news of all? I get to do this again two more times in rapid succession at my regular dentist’s office, while he puts in a post, core, and a new crown. Say? Isn’t he the one who started all this? I’ll have a few Halcion words for him, too. I’m working on them, already! 🙂