Quoed by a Pro

So first of all, the Backlist Ba-Dump-Bump got a great response-- I would love to do it some more. Readers, if you have an author you'd like me to feature--ask them about the history of your favorite book and tell them to hit me up! I do like how much people loved this idea--I'd like to see it grow!

Also-- I have a blog up today on Happy Ever After Blog at USA Today.   I'm sort of proud of this blog-- a couple of authors whom I really admire and are not in my genre have been kind enough to tell me that they love reading my work. After I got over the big eyes and the fanning the face and squeeing like a three year old at a unicorn convention, I started to wonder-- what do other authors read when they're not reading "in their genre".  I know I wrote an entire column on reading J.D. Robb and Kathy Reichs. (I was proud to be able to say that Karen Rose, one of the authors who contacted me, was already on my Kindle because het suspense is TOTALLY my candy, and I'd heard good things! She's up next on my queue by the way, after some professional reading I have to do, and I'm SO EXCITED.)

Anyway-- so I asked some authors I knew, and these were their answers, and I'm feeling very proud of myself!  (Also very grateful for the editor, because I think it looks much better now than when I submitted it yesterday. It wasn't supposed to be due until March, and suddenly KAPOW they needed a pinch hitter!)  Author Candy! Go read!

And now for the title of the blog...

So, tonight the kids had dance, and I texted Mate the usual: What do you want to eat?

Him: Noodle House?

Me: Okay.

Him: Was there anything you were going to cook?

Me: Zucchini, tomatoes, and cheese. Do you want to start it?

Him: Noodles. Send the kids in and I'll come out.  (For the record, this is what happens to a lot of my diet initiatives, in case you were wondering.)

So, I get home, the kids run in the house, Mate runs out, and we go on a "mini-date"-- it's sort of a habit we have of running simple errands together so we have time to talk. Anything from a trip to the grocery store to a trip to the bank. The kids are good for a half-an-hour or so, and, hey-- grownup time!

We talk-- what did you do today, did you get to work out, I need to order stuff for RT, this is the project I'm doing now... just sort of keeping each other in the loop.

Him: "So,  you're taking the kids to the art gallery tomorrow?"

Me: "Yeah-- no soccer tomorrow night?"

Him: "Nope, Saturday. And then I'm going to an expo. And we have a party, but I'm not sure I'll be back in time."

Me: "Okay-- well, too bad, it sounds fun, but--"

Him: (And this is where things get cute) "Yeah, oh! And I have an event tonight."

Me: "Like a gaming event?"  Now, it must be said, I remember these from a couple of years of World of Warcraft. It's a new decade, and the game is called Destiny, and it's played on the television (we have a couple) and he's usually talking to his friends. Group play.  It really is a social occasion-- it's the equivalent of going to a D&D party except there's no beer, you don't have to leave the house, and pants are optional.

Him: "Uh, yeah. So, you know. After we get home, if it's okay, I'll just go..."

Me: "BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Him: "what?"

Me: "The mini-date at the Noodle House-- this was so you could go play with your friends when we got home."

Mate, sheepishly: "Is that bad?"

Me: "No. Not bad at all."  Because seriously-- he'd told me what he wanted, helped me go hunt and kill some takeout, and talked to me in a way we don't get to do at home with television and kids. All in all, he'd been a considerate husband, and a reward of play ing with his buddies was only fair. "But it's still pretty hilarious."

Mate: "I'm sorry!"

Me: "Don't be-- I'm just going to think it's cute."

And it was cute. Still is. Goooood Husband-- well done!

The Backlist Ba-Dump-Bump

Okay-- I admit.

I had visions of this being a HUGE list, like *Kermit Flail*--and then?

I got my first submission, and realized that maybe not so much--because what I had in mind for this was something a little more personal, a little more in depth--in fact, a little more like THIS submission from Alexa Milne.

Which, by the way?

Really makes me want to read her book!

Welcome to the Backlist Ba-Dump-Bump.  I'm going to try to make it a new mid-month feature on the blog--if you are a writer and you'd like to contribute one of these, I'll accept them between the 4th and the 14th of the month. I'll try to put out an all call, but either way,  I'll need you to send me your book cover as a .jpg attachment, as well as your blog post explaining your inspiration, your buy links,  your inspiration links, and your book blurb much like Alexa did-- in the body of a Word Doc.  

And seriously-- her example is perfect. Tell us about your book and the things that made it special. Tell us why this item from your backlist is remembered fondly. Tell us why it should be remembered all over again--

Welcome to the Backlist Ba-Dump-Bump-- let's give this feature a "Sporting Chance"!

 *  *  *

Sporting Chance

by Alexa Milne

Sporting Chance was my first original novel and came out in November 2014. They say write what you know, and what you enjoy, so teaming together a rugby player, Dan Morgan and a teacher, Iestyn Jones, seemed obvious to me, but I wanted this story to be about keeping hold of love not a coming out in sport story. Around the same time, I started writing Gareth Thomas, who had been captain of the Wales Rugby team, came out. It was such a brave thing to do, and there are still few out rugby players, but more than there are football players. When I was writing the scenes including matches, I used the 2012 Six Nations tournament as my inspiration, although I did change the order. Wales won the Grand Slam that year beating all the other five teams. The video linked below shows the highlights.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObKumFYWzV8

Book Blurb

Sometimes keeping hold of love is just as hard as finding it.

Dan and Iestyn are looking for romance. A school trip, a love of history, a wedding, a tango, the game of chess, and their friends and family all help the two men to realise that they’ve finally found true love with each other.

Iestyn thinks that he’s completely ordinary and that Dan is the only out and currently gay rugby player anywhere. Being gay can be difficult enough. Being famous also has its problems. But being gay, famous and a sportsman can make finding love complicated. So when Dan Morgan meets Iestyn Jones and gives him his phone number, their road ahead has more than a few bumps to overcome.

Will Iestyn and Dan overcome the obstacles thrown in their paths? Or will fame destroy their lives as well as their love?

Buying Links
Amazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sporting-Chance-Alexa-Milne-ebook/dp/B00PC750DS/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1455105285&sr=8-4&keywords=alexa+milne

Amazon US - http://www.amazon.com/Sporting-Chance-Alexa-Milne-ebook/dp/B00PC750DS/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1455105355&sr=1-3&keywords=alexa+milne

So what I want to do is...

So, my mom has the kids for two nights, and it's just Mate and I and all the movies we can watch--WHOOPEEE!!! We saw Deadpool, and it was EVER so good--raunchy and violent and awesome--and yes, if that's your thing, go see! But don't take your kids unless you can take them to a bar for a drink, because, DUDE. Wherever you think this movie goes, it GOES THERE.

Anyway--I have one entry for Backlist Ba-Dump-Bump, which I'm going to assemble Monday night, and I'm open for two more entries.  For anyone interested, what I want is:

A cover and buy link for a book from your backlist-- this helps if you have more than ten books out. Just does.

An explanation of what inspired you to write this book.  You can send me a YouTube video to talk about, or a link to another book, or a link to a movie synopsis on IMDB-- as long as you can talk about the link or the video or the book and explain what inspired you.

That's why there's only going to be four, maximum. Because this is a personal interaction for a book that maybe people have forgotten in the flurry of other awesome work you have put out.

Now, if it's only two of us, that's fine--but I would really love to put out four people a month. Just because. When we're working on our books, they're not disposable. People forget about them because we're a "SHINY! SQUIRREL!" society, but those books are still a part of us--and sometimes, our readers are really excited about discovering the things that maybe even we have forgotten.

So if you want to submit something, e-mail me at amylane@greenshill.com.  And if you just want to see the Ba-Dump-Bump, watch this space!

And the bears and the bats and the balls...A Dex/Kane ficlet

So, stories-- even short ones come from a couple of places.

This one comes from a moment at Coastal Magic where Lisa Kessler and her friend talked about how bears and fruit bats can auto-fellate themselves. 0.0

And it also came from a moment on Friday, when Squishie had me remind her to bring her Valentines to school. Because I'd remembered to GET the Valentines, and remembered to have her BRING the Valentines, but in a house where Valentines Day was like Second Christmas, I had neglected to buy so much as A CARD or piece of chocolate for my youngest children.

Oh holy crap--can you imagine the panic?

I've got stuff in the car now, and there shall be gifts tomorrow, but I'm saying.

I almost dropped a load in my shorts--and more importantly, I almost dropped a PARENTING BALL. I figured Dex might know how I felt.


***

"Hey, Dexter, check this out!"

It was Dex's turn to make dinner, and he was doing a complicated Thai fusion thing so he took a deep breath, added his last ingredient, and set the vegetables on simmer.  "Coming!" he sang, and was not reassured by Kane's low, dirty chuckle.

"Yeah," Kane said with satisfaction. "So's this guy."

Dexter looked at the picture on the computer screen. "Holy God," he said. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, and then opened them again. "Is that a..."

"A bear giving himself head?" Kane nodded. "Yeah-- when I saw the caption, I was thinking big hairy guys-- I wondered why that would be in the Huffington Post."

"I'm wondering why this is," Dex grumbled. Animal peen. Jesus fucking Christ--after the debacle before Christmas with the teacher and the picture of the turtle giving flowers, he was just about fucking done with animal peen.

"I don't know, but apparently they give each other head, too." Kane chuckled again, the rumbly, filthy sound doing promising things to Dex's libido. "And they're not the only animals who do oral.  See?"

"Fruit bats," Dex said flatly. His would-be boner wilted in his shorts. "Fruit bats give oral."

"Yeah, but usually only het."  Kane's magic chuckle was apparently unbeatable, because it was working again. "Fruit-bat-fuckers don't know what they' re missing.

"I would have to agree with that," Dex nodded, and then something in the corner of the screen caught his eye. "Wait-- what is that?"  Oh God.

"What-- the clickbait?"

"No--the red thing!" Oh hell. Oh no. What day was it! No. No no no no no...  Dex pulled out his phone. "Oh shit! Valentines Day is tomorrow?"

"Yeah-- you remember. I helped Frances make Valentines for her class on Thursday?"

"I worked late," Dex said numbly. "I worked late Thursday, and you got her Friday and we went to the park today and..."   Oh God. Dex had always been the good kid--the kid who'd done his homework and had his paperwork in early and... Oh God oh God oh God... He put his hand to his chest and tried to fight off a ten-elephant anxiety attack.  "Valentines Day is tomorrow?"  He ran to dinner and checked on it and then ran back to where Kane was sitting because the big Goober was sitting on the chair with his jacket on it.  He tugged at it, babbling the entire time. "Jesus, Kane, get up. We need... you know, stuff. For Frances. For... for..." For you, you big goombah! "For Valentines Day! For... flowers and chocolate... there's a protocol. She'll be crushed, she needs happy!  For the love of God, Carlos, let me have my jacket so I can go be the grown up and buy our kid some fuckin' happy!"

Kane stood up and grabbed his shoulders, turning him around and shaking him gently. Which, with Kane's mass and strength, meant he was just a hair short of rattling Dex's teeth in his head.

"Dexter," he said firmly.

"Still here," Dex said, body vibrating with the need to go out and fix it. 

"I got Frances happy shit. Don't sweat it. Stuffed animal, card, chocolate, all from the both of us. She'll be fine."

Dee's panic decreased by the weight of exactly six elephants. "But... but Kane," he said, feeling the failure acutely. "I didn't get anything for you."

Kane's fingers stopped biting into his biceps, and the hand that cupped his cheek was exquisitely tender.  "Dexter."  He pulled Dex in and kissed his forehead. "Look at us," he said. He wrapped his arms around Dex's shoulders, applying an outstanding amount of pressure, forcing Dex to relax against his chest and easing the electric wire that had been shoved up his spine with the realization that of all the balls he and Kane had dangling in the air, he had almost dropped one.

"I'm looking," Dex said, feeling miserable. "I'm looking at how much time I've been at work this month, and how long it's been since we've been to the park. I'm looking at that glop I've got on the stove and how we'll probably end up feeding Frances chicken soup again. I'm looking at the fact that you've got work and school and you cleaned the house for the last two weeks and--"

"Sh..."  Kane nuzzled his temple. "Stop. I'm looking at a guy working a sixty-hour work week so he can rehabilitate old porn models into upstanding citizens. And the same guy took me and my niece and made us a family, and gave us a home and keeps us eating good and remembers to send me out for school supplies so our kid doesn't look like the dumb one in school. You got busy. I seen it. You stay up late, you come to bed, I nail you to the mattress and you get up when you think I'm asleep and do that one last thing. You fall asleep when you're reading to Frances, and you cut your workout in half so you can work with the guys individually and train them to do what you're doing, so this business can grow and you can have more time. I get it, Dexter. You're fuckin' busy."

"I dropped the ball," Dex said miserably. "And I"m gonna get fat."

"Naw-- you lost weight, I think, cause you ain't eating right. And it's okay if you dropped a ball, cause that's what I"m here for. I caught it."

Suddenly Dex felt every minute of the last crazy busy month, and most of those minutes had been missed sleep as he tried to cram too much activity into too little time. "I'm so tired," he confessed into the sudden quiet. Behind them, on the stove, a suspiciously unappetizing smell began to waft.  "And I don't want to eat the crap in the pot."

"Deal," Kane said with feeling. "Here. You go throw that shit away, I'll get Frances's coat-- we're going out tonight."

Chili's was not exactly a romantic getaway, but the tables had the little computer screen with the kids games, and Kane and Dex pretty much giggled their way through the healthy choice menu while catching up on each other's week. When they were done, they stopped for frozen yogurt and Frances fell asleep in the back of the car on the way home.

"Dexter," Kane said, sounding competent and in charge from behind the wheel.

"Yeah?"

"When we get home, I'm gonna put Frances to bed, and I need you to do me a favor."

"Yeah, sure."  God, he felt relaxed. It was like he'd had those elephants on his chest for a month and hadn't felt them until just that moment when he thought he'd totally fucked up.

"I need you to not go to your computer. I've got like, twelve hours of good TV taped--your TV. Come sit with me and watch it, okay?"

Oh man--Dex's eyes burned. "Yeah," he said softly. "That's a deal."

He fell asleep in the middle of The X-Files which was too bad, because he loved the reboot and wanted to catch up on all the eps before it went off the air.  All he knew was that one minute Mulder was looking rumpled and attractive in a middle-aged man way and Scully was looking regal and amazing, and the next minute?

He was lying on his back in bed while Kane engulfed his cock with one hot swoop of his mouth at the same time he breached Dex's ass with two spit-slackened fingers.

"Whoa!" Dex flailed, trying to remember walking down the hallway or getting undressed or even foreplay, because there must have been some-- Kane got off kissing his body, and shit did not just start where they were right now!

He pounded the bed with his fists, his brain a kaleidoscope of compressing images while his body coiled itself to launch.  "Oh God!" he managed. "Blast off in three--"

He didn't get to two or one, because Kane was suddenly up and inside of him, his cock already dripping with slick, Dex's legs straight up in the air and spread just enough to wrap his calves around Kane's shoulders. Everything inside Dex's head exploded in fireworks and it was a good thing his eyes were closed because he felt the smatter of his own come splat across his chest and face--and Kane didn't stop. Pound pound pound--Dex began to plead, incoherent nonsense, all of his skin alight and on fire for Kane's girth, stretching him, filling him, pounding his prostate into jelly.

Oh God--oh damn-- his entire body rippled, clenching until his stomach muscles ached, as a dry orgasm wrung him until he was limp sinew and brittle bone, and as he melted into the mattress, Kane grunted, a primitive, earthy sound, and spilled into Dex's body.  He dropped Dex's legs and fell on top of him, their gruff pants loud in the sudden silence.

"Oh my God," Dex breathed, still in shock from having sex while he was deeply asleep. "That was..."

"Fucking amazing," Kane said smugly. "Don't lie."

"Wasn't gonna. No brain cells to lie."

They were still joined, and he felt Kane's grumble deep in his ass, but he didn't even have the strength to giggle.

"Seriously," he said, falling asleep even with Kane's body on top of his. "I can't imagine life not loving you."

"Aw, dammit Dexter."  Kane nuzzled his ear. "This was supposed to be my gift to you."

"The sex?" Sex mumbled. "That's great. But all of you--even better."

He fell asleep knowing that in his stomach.

*  *  *

The next morning Dex slid out of bed quietly and dressed, comforted by the fact that Kane's window-rattling snores didn't even lessen in decibel. He pattered out to the living room where he found Frances cuddled on the couch, asleep next to the giant pink bunny that Kane had apparently laid out for her.  He pulled the couch afghan up to her chin and kissed her forehead.  Go, Uncle Kane--way to catch the parenting ball.

Her snores didn't lessen in decibel either as he slipped out into the morning.

He got back before either of them knew he'd been gone, and when Kane thumped across the floorboards in his boxer shorts and a T-shirt, the hot chocolate was warm and ready and the doughnuts were arranged on a plate on the table.

"Aw, Dexter!" Kane yawned. "Lookit you! A night out, a little nookie, you're Captain Family again!"

.Dex turned from the stove and stepped right up to Kane's bed-warmed space, resting his head on a broad, muscular shoulder. "I can be anyone you need," he said sincerely. "As long as you just keep catching my balls." Oh hell.

Kane's deep rumbly sexy-as-fuck chuckle vibrated right in his groin. "I will catch your balls any time, Dexter. Any fuckin' time."

You know that..

Notice Geoffie looking at him in
adoration ;-)

...you are bored on the internet when you suddenly find yourself desperately in need of a brightly colored pair of harem pants.

...your husband is immersed in a multiplayer RPG when "The door is open and the mosquitos are coming in," sounds a lot like, "Shoot that guy or I'm gonna die."

... your youngest daughter suspects you of not paying attention at her soccer games when she starts quizzing you on the plays.

... your younger son got his little heart crushed again when the very mention of the Valentine dance makes his big brown eyes get all wet and shiny and sad.

Nope. Ain't moved.

... your grown son is truly growing when he goes and gets his hair cut in an effort to not look like a serial killer. (That last one is purely mom's supposition.)

...you have taught your grown daughter well when she comes up with especially colorful phrases in her Kylo Ren/Hux hatesex fanfic.

... your dogs are frickin' obnoxious when you see a Newfie roll it's eyes as the small one goes batshit, and the turkeys don't think "bowling for turkeys" is a real game.

...you live in a shitty neighborhood when you see the same car in the same place you saw it before you left for a week--and it doesn't look capable of moving. (This isn't my street or I would have done the shrill bitchy neighbor thing and reported it.)

...you are almost recovered from a con when you feel capable of going back to working out. (So, tomorrow, hello aqua!)

That Day Was Sort of Useless

My friend, Maria Teresa, who
inspired Miguel's mom from Lollipop--
also my gossip buddy during
soccer games. 

Well, honestly, I don't get much done on Wednesdays anyway--GATE and dance, and usually there's aqua, which I skipped today because I wasn't feeling well. And yesterday as a "day of rest" was sort of laughable, because there were people to meet and an indoor soccer game and there was dinner to cook. So I started today with a sleep hangover, was barely making it to my nap and then...

The weirdest thing happened to my keyboard.

It just... I can't even explain what it did to me. The middle row just stopped working.

"Help!" I texted Mate. "My keyboard is broken! I can't type S, D, F, G, H, J, K, or L! FUCK!!!"

"Or, yanno," he texted back. "UC."

And suddenly my panic was gone.

Kids at dance, one at either end. 

But so was any option of getting work done. (This was okay-- I had books to read to judge a contest, and it was like permission from God to get some of that done, as well as take a nap.) Mate tried to tell me how to hook up our wireless keyboard to my computer, and thus, it was, that the least technically savvy person since Harry Dresden spent an hour between picking up offspring trying to install a piece of equipment I still don't understand.

It doesn't matter.

Unconscious dog. Mate says she's been gassed, but
she still appears to be breathing.

I gave up and went and got Squish and then took both kids to dance. By the time I got home, Mate had parked a new keyboard in front of my laptop, and it's like a whole new laptop!  Unfortunately, It's like a whole new laptop I can't see, because, hey, bifocals and screen distance. SO frustrating. (I actually had a new prescription but lost it, and am now really grateful I do most of my driving in the day time when the sunglasses--which are present prescription--really help.)

But my technology works, and now I can finally finish Licorice Whip-- which I'm thinking of renaming Pixy Styx, for story reasons, and the fact that it's the last book in the series, and Pixy Stix were an integral part of Candy Heaven. Anyway, Cy and Robbie are coming along just fine, thank you--I know a lot of people have asked me about them, and I'm hoping this book (a little shorter than Lollipop) will be the ending they want.

So, you know. Writing is about to commence. Huzzah! And just as well--I have a whole novella to write in a month! *bitting fingernails*

But still-- actually today was a little bit useless. *sigh* Travel. Every damned time.

Think they're Glad to Have Me Home?

 Mate said that Steve only sits on my chair when I'm here-- when I'm not here, she sits in the hall and meows piteously for someone to let her in to their bedroom.

When I'm here... well, she sits in my chair and waits for love. Which she got.

And the dogs have been my second skin.  Well, I love them too.

Squish asked me repeatedly how my day was-- I had to talk to her about how silence was good, it meant you were thinking of really good stuff to say.

And ZoomBoy hugged me lots.

Big T cleaned the kitchen.

And Mate detailed my car.

I was missed.  And right backat'em.

Shh... I should be asleep...

But I'm blogging instead.

*  I hate saying goodbye at the end of a convention. They really are a meeting with my friends.

*  I love the occasional late night convo that stretches until just right a.m.  It feels like a con wouldn't be the same without one.

*  I  bought T-shirts at one of the vendors during the con. I think they are WONDERFUL. If my family doesn't, I"m donating them to charity. The family, not the shirts.

* Okay. I admit it. I've been eating well on this convention--but part of that is that I haven't found the snack shop that sells the chocolate yet. FTR?  I REALLY need some frickin' chocolate.

*  I'd like to thank Jade Lee, Kiernan Kelly, and Lisa Kessler (odd how these names keep popping up!) for making my new tag line, "Amy Lane: she might make you pee a little."  Now, I just need artwork for that...

*  I'd also like to thank Jennifer Morris for a new plot bunny. At our social media silliness panel, she used a name generator to give everyone superhero names. I am The Amazing Flaming Bear. Uhm, tell me that's not screaming for a story...

*  Damon and Jade-- dinner was amazing, and conversation even better. Thank you. (Uhm, notice how Jade's name popped up again?)

*  I had a MAGNIFICENT nap today. Which does not change the fact that I am, at present, very very tired.

*  I almost forgot! Lunch with Aria Kane and Jessica Savage and Drake (eep, name!)  and his friend Elizabeth and Eugenia and her great husband and Eric J. Asher and and his lovely wife Amy the reader named Tamye was an unexpected treat! Thanks guys, cause when I said, "I'M STARVING!" you all said, "CHARGE!" and the result was most awesome!  You all also put up with my knitting. And Eric's wife Amy got to eat coconut shrimp which she usually doesn't. And I got to talk to new people. Twas great! Thanks again!

*  Tomorrow I'm going to have about two hours to clean up the suitcase vomit that has become my hotel room. This thought will send me into a panic spiral-- tomorrow.

* For tonight, Coastal Magic was a lot of fun--and I can't wait until next year!

And For That, I Must Apologize

*waves madly*

Okay-- first off, there shall probably be no fanfic Friday this week, BUT let me just say...

Today I learned that both bats and bears can blow themselves. Dex and Kane may never have sex again. This fic MUST HAPPEN.

Second, I'd like to say that Lisa Kessler is a good sport and a lovely person.  She and Jocelynn Drake  were among two of the victims, er, volunteers who were on the flash fiction panel with Damon Suede, Kathy Lyons, Kiernan Kelly and me. (Sorry other two volunteers, uh, victims, whatever! I can't find your names, and you too were wonderful!)  But Lisa sat next to me as I spun bullshit out of thin air and sunshine and picked up my random story thread without a hitch. Later we talked about college age children and how you do NOT spike the end zone and win the game just because they're out of high school, or even in college, and how it was an interesting age to parent.  Talking to her was actually like a Goddess-born gift, because it was something I needed to hear. Bless her!

Third, well-- LOTS actually. I was on a panel with Julia Talbot, B.A. Tortuga, Charlie Cochet, and Kiernan Kelly (yes, twice, because I am fortunate!) and we talked about romantic men.

Mate figured large.

I'm sure you're not surprised.

And fourth?  I just danced for a really long time (okay, two hours, or thereabouts.)  I had fun, although Mate and I tore up the dance floor in August (okay... we sort of tripped on it, but you know, it's as glamorous as we get!) I was still surprised how much fun dancing is.

With friends.

However...

I do get the feeling that as much fun as I am having, it is probably not as much fun for others to watch me dance. Let's just say that after my bit on the dance floor today, I'm starting to see why maybe enrolling Squish, Zoomboy, and Chicken all in dance was not the act of good parenting I thought it was.

Possibly, given my genetic material and stunning sense of hamster rhythm, it was closer to child abuse.

And for that, I must apologize.

#CMCC2016

Okay-- so just a quick mention-- Cinema Craptastique is tonight-- we are watching Abduction starring Taylor Lautner-- get out your remote control, get out your phone or computer, jump on twitter and #CMCC2016.  8pm, EST, February 4th (that's today!)  and come snark along with us!  Chat with you tonight!