Winner: What was I thinking?
Jeanne's at ComicCon doing God knows what. San Diego is her stomping grounds so she's probably busy dragging our fellow fantasy authors to the local dives and dens of iniquity and corrupting their pants off. Meaning, Jeanne is too...umm...satiated with adult beverages to blog. So she asked me.
We have a winner.
.Okay, this is my dumbass (and also most humiliating) moment. It was a few summers ago. I was hanging outside scoring a nice tan in shorts & a bikini top. My husband & I wandered over to the neighbor's fence to say hi. Now, I have to inject here that our neighborhood is wide open. The residents of at least six houses can see in my back yard because I live in a freaking fishbowl.
Anyway, as I'm standing there talking I feel a tickling sensation on my shoulder, heading down my front. I look down & there's a huge daddy longlegs making its way along the edge of my bathing suit. So I hate spiders!(Yes, I know they're not spiders but they f-ing look like them.)I let out a shriek that would rival any zombie flick victim and swat at it. This draws the attention of not just the couple I'm talking to, but other neighbors in nearby yards. Of course, the damn thing drops right inside my cleavage and endeavors to crawl between my top & my right breast.You know what's coming, right? I began a campaign of loud screaming (insuring everyone's full attention) & ripped my top off, jumping about & swatting at my now bare breasts. Yes, I flashed the entire neighborhood. When I realized what I'd done, I calmly put my top back on & slugged my husband (who was staring at me wide eyed & stunned). Then I excused myself & went inside.I think that tops your moment.
Or untops it. Thanks for the wonderful visuals.
Besides this fantabulous t-shirt, you'll get plenty of shwag, to include whatever Jeanne managed to steal at ComicCon.
Unseelieme, please email mario at marioacevedo dot com with your snail mail address and your t-shirt size. This time, if you run into spiders, at least you'll be covered, courtesy of Biting-Edge.