October 5, 2012
My gorgeous friend Lisa Creech Bledsoe, who started boxing a few years ago, has a new book out! Not only that, you (and also I!) can download it for free.
I don't know how long that offer's good for, so I think we need to take advantage of this offer right now.
I'm going to interview Lisa this afternoon or tomorrow or whenever I recover from our Chihuahua jumping up and down on my chest this morning at 3:45 until I woke up and then continuing to jump on my chest (her front legs hit at throat level, her back levels at wow!-that-stings level) until I emerged into sufficient consciousness to realize she was thirsty. (Usually she has a last drink immediately before bedtime, but I was exhausted last night and fell asleep before we achieved that step.)
Natually the little bowl of water I keep near the bedside for such occasions was in the kitchen. By the time I'd staggered down the hallway and found a bowl and run the water and carried it back to the bedroom without sloshing it all over my feet and listened to her lap it up for several long moments, I was too awake to go back to sleep. Instead, I adjourned to the living room couch to read and listen to Koko, our yellow Lab, who's a talkative dog, carry on doggie-dreaming conversations, most likely with the black kitty that lives down the lane with whom he exchanged nose-touches every week or two.
As I was saying, go download this book RIGHT NOW, as will I. It's my first time booking it with pixels rather than air, so I'm pretty excited about stepping into the twenty-first century.
If you'd like, leave a comment for me to pass on to Lisa telling her how brilliant she is, or suggest a question for me to ask her when I get around to the (at the moment hypothetical) interview.
Now I'm off to scrub the pan in which I cooked incredibly yummy spaghetti sauce last night and that nobody -- not Laramie, our "wake up before I die of thirst" Chihuahua nor sweet kissing-kitties-in-his-sleep Koko nor The Tall Dude -- managed to put in the sink and fill with water, let alone wash, after I crashed into bed exhausted last night.