This one. I’d like to blame it on the children, or being busy, or the pregnancy, or outer space calling and saying there’s no hope, but the end result is that I lost this challenge, and it sucks. I don’t take losing gracefully, as exhibited by my wild laughing/ranting/grrrring when Robby D. called. Honestly, though? He’s a worthy advisary and I loved loved loved competing against him!
Will there be a Womanizing video? At some point. My friend aka camerawoman is begging to dress up my huge, twin-carrying belly with crystals. I promise you, by all that is considered holy, that this will not happen. But there will be a video, oh yes. Well played, Robby D. Well played.
By the way, want to see what happens when Robby D. and I work together instead of competing? Check out his collection called The Gate, which includes one of my short stories, “The Container of Sorrows”. Enjoy!