I went to college in Boston, and while the accent is undoubtedly used to comedic point in films, ads, and television shows, there is a great amount of truth to the commercial featuring Chris Evans, Rachel Dratch, and John Krasinski.
In the great spectrum of history and the universe, my Bachelor’s degree does not hold up to the onslaught of information, facts, figures, and theories that make up all of humanity, nature, and what we do not know.
And that’s awesome.
One of the most exciting parts of finishing that novel is getting to write those two, little, lovely, wonderful words at the bottom of the last page.
That’s how much family communicates. We talk in punchlines, puns and Marx Brothers quotes. Banter and witty repartee is the local dialect, combined with the ever-ubiquitous off-color joke or two and references to childhood stories that may or may not be true.
Alright, so this week’s post is a carte blanche to brag about yourself – me! – and frankly that seems hard. So I’ll skip the officially blog business and get down to a fun and humorous account of the thing I’m proud of!
Witty remarks at the dinner tables and goofing off with my boyfriend aside, there’s one thing that will make me laugh without fail, every single time.
Cock is a fun word, preferred over dick, personally, and I’m ever the fan of throbbing and pulsing. In the whole wide world of romance novels, there are words that show up again and again – and for good reason.