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Happy Birthday Laura Hunsaker! + A Story from the Birthday Girl!

Hello my friends! As you know, I love celebrating birthdays! It’s totally my thing. 😀 [Maybe I’m hoping karma or the universe will take note and one year I’ll have a good one XD] But enough about me, today is all about the lovely and wonderful Laura Hunsaker! She is a long time ALBTALBS friend. In fact you can check out her hilarious bridesmaid dress post if you missed it originally. (Oh hell, and her parrot shifter story she wrote specifically for ALBTALBS – hilarious.)

This is what Laura sent me.

My birthday post. My most embarrassing bday moment evah!

So today I celebrate my birthday, my 33rd birthday, in case you’re curious. And I thought in honor of that occasion, I’d share with you one of my most embarrassing bday moments ever.

So once upon a time, I married a man in the Air Force. We lived in a small town surrounded by corn and lots of men in the military. One day, I stopped off to get gas and a soda, and as I slid out of my car, I felt my back button catch on the car.

Automatically, I looked at my rear, but miracle of miracles, my button was still there! (this is awesome because I hate sewing). So as I try to work the pump, and I haven’t yet realized that I don’t have to pay first to get gas (this was a small town. Where I’m from, you pay first), some super nice Airman helps me figure this out. He’s especially helpful and keeps asking if I’d like him to pump my gas. Or wash my windows. I’m flattered a bit at the flirting, but I’m newly married so I thank him, but turn him down.

Then I see his buddies all just gaping at us. O-okay. Well whatever. He goes back to his friends, I decide to wash my windshield after all. I make sure to lean across the hood of the car, I make sure my awesome and still-toned-twenty-two-year-old-butt is sticking out, and I definitely pretend to ignore them as I do this. Welp, can’t stall any longer, so I wave as a I roll down the windows and crank my Britney Spears cd.

Then I get home.

And when I slide out of the car, I feel a breeze. Yeah. A breeze. I look at my rear again, and sure enough, that button stayed right where it should have… but I’d torn my capris straight down about 9 inches or so, and my whole butt cheek was showing. The whole time. Oh my goodness my face burns to even think about how bad I flirted! How I made sure to stick my butt out…

Happy birthday to me, right? ::Headdesk::

*giggles* Hopefully nothing like that happens to Laura this time. 😉 [Not just because she’s super pregnant right now :X] Just feels worse for an embarrassing moment to happen to a pregnant woman, right? Back on topic -I just have to good naturedly tease Laura a little bit. I asked her what images she wanted me to use in her post. And she said she didn’t have any pictures of her naked bum hanging out …that she’d be willing to share at least! *Cue gasps and pearl clutching!!!* This girl is scandalous! 😉

So, everyone, have any stories to share to commiserate with our birthday girl? 😀 Anyway, you all should wish her a very very happy birthday! <3

Laura Hunsaker Takes a Dare

A while ago I asked for book recommendations on twitter. Anyone who knows me well runs away screaming whenever I do this. It’s because I’m a picky reader. I discard or criticize most recommendations I get. Although I know better than to harass/follow up with people that *I* don’t know well. I also generally ask the person I don’t mind annoying  to vouch for the book saying it is one of the best they’ll have read all year. (This is why Cee now ignores me when I ask about books.)

As you see, I don’t normally ask at large. But I did that time – and I added the caveat that “I did not want erotic romance that was “OMGWTFBBQ (eg m/m/m/f/m/f/cow/m/parrotshifter/m/f/m)” which set off a whole conversation. And my twisted little mind came up with a dare. For any brave authors.

And four wonderful, gamine, lovely, and fabulous authors endowed with a healthy sense of humor took up the challenge. Laura Hunsaker was first. The dare was to write a story about a parrot shifter. And she did.

Boy, did she.

I give you… Parrot Shifter the First. (My “title.”) Continue reading

Weddings. Of Doom. (A Guest Post with Laura Hunsaker)

*ETA: This was supposed to have gone live on Saturday, April 14. I didn’t have all the pictures though (totally my fault) – and then I had no internet… so obviously that didn’t happen. But now I’m home and have pictures – so here we go! Yay!

Friends, you might remember I’m out of town. If you know anything about romance-land, you’ll know that the Romantic Times Booklovers’ Convention is taking place this weekend, in Chicago. I’m not in Chicago. I’ve been bitching about this trip for quite some time. (Those of you who follow me on twitter… well first of all – thanks and kudos, because I probably would have unfollowed me way long ago… Or those I chat with know. I’m not a happy camper about it this weekend.) Anyway, I was bitching about this dress. And Laura Hunsaker was all “I have a bridesmaid dress. That never was. And I’m wearing it everywhere.” So I was all ZOMG WOT?!

I totally admire her, and I think it’s pretty awesome. I’ve always wanted to wear my prom dress to random places. Unfortunately I can’t fit into it now… (Although now now I might be able to…) and I’ve always lacked the courage. I also didn’t want to do it alone. And none of my friends are adventurous enough. Also maybe they’re all bitches. I don’t know. But anyway, here is Ms. Laura to talk about her dress!

What, This Old Thing?

In every single wedding I’ve ever been in, the bride tells the bridesmaids “Don’t you love the dress? And the best part is, you can wear it again.”

How many of you are groaning at that line? I’m rolling my eyes and thinking of the peach, satin, ruffled confection that made me look like an 80s version of Little Bo Peep.  When on earth would I ever wear that again?

Well, I have a fabulous black gown, that unfortunately, I will never wear. The wedding was cancelled, and I’m stuck with a gown. Being that I live in Las Vegas, I thought, there has got to be somewhere I can wear this thing, right? So with a husband pushing me to sell the dress, and me pushing him to take me out to a show in the dress, I took matters into my own hands. I will get my money out of this gown.

I decided to do all of my normal activities in this gown. I am writing this post in THE GOWN.

I went to my daughter’s riding lessons in THE GOWN. (note: I tried to ride sidesaddle, but I kept slipping off. It’s too dang hard to climb up in a floor length dress to ride astride! Notice my lovely paddock boots?)

I got my hair done in THE GOWN.

I got a coffee in THE GOWN.

I babysat my nephew in THE GOWN.

I went down a slide in THE GOWN.

So tell me when (if ever) you’ve worn a bridesmaid gown after the wedding. Or where else you think I should wear my bridesmaid gown?

I want to hear too! (I also didn’t look half as good as Laura in what I affectionately called “the magpie dress.”) Laura has also very generously offered up a copy of her ebook, so let us know if you’d like to be part of the drawing too! I can’t wait to hear about any bridesmaid dresses. Or dresses you’ve bought in general for an event. Or where Laura should wear hers – cuz you know we’re going to demand pictures!