Special Sunday Extra
I just had to take a moment to tell everyone how much I’ve enjoyed reading your 100-word bios. If you haven’t read them, click on the comments for the post below. I’m impressed by the quality of writing overall, and amazed at some of the fascinating details shared. I’m so lucky to have such an interesting and talented group of blog readers!
A few notes…
Leigh, I’m feeling the pain of that tattoo and eyebrow piercing. Helena, could you give me fashion lessons? Lisa Jordan, congratulations. Scott, I’m right there with you on the early mornings outside with coffee (did that this morning), or a good book and a glass of wine. Luke, you and my husband would get along great—he’s a hockey junkie and plays on the firefighter league. Eric, I love the apparent contrasts and your Valentine’s day efforts! Jetpacks (Jack), I’m intrigued.
Christy (Falling Around), I sometimes feel like that exact same hamster. Steena, remind me not to ask you for a bite of chocolate! Renee, I’m too lazy to look it up—what’s a lilapsophobiac afraid of? Annie, checking out hot guys in church, for shame! 🙂 David A.Todd, I’m fascinated by the secrets that genealogy can reveal. Bill Greer, I’m no tree-hugger but I’m starting to feel sorry for those trees! Authoress, I would never have guessed you were a daycare teacher. Liz C, it’s amazing that good things can spring from the ashes, isn’t it? Rachel Hauck, I’ll try not to monopolize you for more than 2 minutes next time we see each other!
Jaime and Ginger, my heart and prayers go out to you.
Wish I had time to comment on everyone’s. Thank you all for sharing!
And since many of you asked me for mine, here it is:
The dive boat was headed for Catalina Island. Rachelle fought her usual nausea as she tried to pay attention to her date for the day, a scuba instructor from Hawaii. Finally the boat dropped anchor and it was time to yank on the wetsuit and strap into the scuba gear.
The divemaster was checking off each diver before they jumped into the ocean. Finally it was Rachelle’s turn. “Name and number?” the divemaster asked. “Rachelle. Thirteen.” She peered through her dive mask into the eyes of the guy with the list.
“Brian Gardner,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”