SpikeSo. My son has inherited a very large stuffed dog from his aunt. It was her daughter’s and I’d imagine she’s tired of it being in her house. I can see why. I mean, look at the thing! It’s huge! In fact, it’s as tall as my Sweetie Boy is.

When I arrived at his grandparent’s to pick him up, he came running out of the house with a big grin on his little face.

“Mom! I got a big dog named Spike. Come see!”

So off we went. I expected something large, but certainly not this large! For Pete’s sake.

The damn thing was so big I had to lower the back seat and stuff it in through the trunk just to get it in the car. But I got it in the car all right and it’s here now. Sweetie told his dad Spike lives in his room at my house. In this photo, Spike is watching Scooby-Doo with the Sweetie and they’re sharing snacks together.

Anyway, so apparently we have a new addition to the family. Spike the Giganto Dog.

Since I’ve had several late nights in a row, I took the night off to recharge and regroup. I have Saturday and Sunday to write so I’m hoping to get a big portion of the book done this weekend. Even though those last two ceiling fans are calling me to put them up… I’m going to forego home improvements this weekend for the book.

And yes, Devon, I want you to pester me. Crack your whip! In fact, demand chapters from me (even if you don’t read them haha).

I’m glad it’s Friday. I’m tired. I have a backache and my new shoes gave me blisters yesterday… Do you think anyone would notice if I wore my new $10 flip flops to work?

Yeah, that’s what I thought too.

Oh, and hey, we’re reading for guesses on the Chica contest!

AND the radio show is up in the archives. You can get to it here. Just scroll down until you see my name under “Shows With Authors”.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.