Joshilyn Jackson is such a tease
Okay, I admit, she’s a fantastic author, but she has been tantalizing me with this Boobs Stuck Under a Bed in Paris story for months. She refers to it, always by this very intriguing title, but she will never tell me the details. And, as you can see from her blog, if Joshilyn Jackson decides to tell the details of how her boobs got stuck under the bed in Paris, it will be hilarious. The whole story has gotten to be one of the great mysteries. I wrack my brain on a regular basis for ideas as to how anyone could get her boobs stuck under a bed. And, to be honest, so far I have not come up with a single one.
So, this morning, she emails me that she is going to do it–she is going to do a Boobs Stuck Under a Bed in Paris contest, the prize for which is a copy of Blame It on Paris. So I go to her blog, all excited, because at LAST I will learn how her boobs got stuck, and just see what she did (entry for Dec 19).
She promised to tell the story at last if her readers fail her. But just to make sure they don’t fail her, she promised signed copies of her books and a little fox doll if they sent her great memes. How am I supposed to compete? OF COURSE, people are sending her tons of memes, and I will NEVER get to learn about the boobs. She is torturing me on purpose.
So I challenge all of MY faithful readers to come to my aid. Your task is really very simple: DON’T send memes to Joshilyn Jackson. Resolutely resist any urge until she has finished this contest. Yes, I know she’s holding out that fox doll as a lure, but you must fight the temptation. Do absolutely nothing. I will thank you for it later.
Oh, and…if I should crack and submit my own meme, you must not blame me. It’s just, I have such a great one, and although I theorize that I can find other ways to get signed copies, her brother’s fox dolls are so cute. I’m resisting so far, though. Seven words why: Boobs Stuck Under a Bed in Paris.