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Who Has Me All…
By Nancy Lindquist | April 22, 2007
Hot and Bothered:
My Husband. Married for thirteen years, as of last week, and I still find him hot. I know I’ve said it before. It bears repeating.
Ready to Bitch Slap Them:
I never in a MILLION years thought I would say this, Richard Gere. He is a Buddhist, which means he should have some idea of Indian culture. The two are closely intermingled. He went to India to promote safe sex. Something they have to learn about, but he physically held a Bollywood star in his arms, bent her over and kissed her. Open displays of affection are considered more than tasteless in Indian society. When in Mumbai, Richard.
Excited to Read:
The Romantic Times Convention. I leave Tuesday.
Excited to Write:
The Romantic Times Convention, again. I’m pitching books to Kensington Press and St. Martins Press. Yes, I am nervous.
Proud:
My son, Steven. He drove the tractor at Grandpa’s.
Thinking:
My brains are mush. I’ve beaded, listed, sewn, shopped, stressed, broken out, freaked out, gotten two periods in fifteen days and in general am a stress disaster area. RT will be over a week from today. I will be home a week from tomorrow. I’m looking forward to the coming back part. Work trips always make me panic. I used to travel 70% of the time. I’m glad I don’t travel for work much now.
Starving:
RT. There’s this pair of pants…
Listening:
Pink. I like her stuff. Intelligent, gutsy, funny, always presented with humility. Are ya listen, J-Lo?
Jonesing:
Nothing. I’m not dying for any particular food, drink, flower, scent, touch. Which is strange, for me. I’m enjoying this blank time.
