Humor At The Speed of Life by Ned Hickson
An admittedly shameless plug for my cyber-friend, Ned Hickson’s, new book, Humor At The Speed of Life. I’ve been following Ned’s blog for about a year now, and it is one of the funniest I’ve ever read. I just ordered my copy of his book, and will be reviewing it here as as soon as it arrives, I read it, and I can stop laughing long enough to type a coherent review. (Yeah, I know, why should my review of Ned’s book be any more coherent than my others?)
In case any of you would like to check this out in the meantime, you can get it both on amazon.com, and from Porthole Publications. I know already that it’s going to be great! Stay tuned for my REAL review!
Reblogged this on Who's Your Granny? and commented:
Try it, you’ll like it!
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The publisher sent it out yesterday, by mule, so I’m sure it will be any day now, depending on how long it takes to get through Customs…
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Good to know, Ned! I’ll talk to my people down that way, and see if they can include it with my usual shipment of…stuff. (“Hey, man. It’s me. Dave. I got the stuff, man. Lemme in…”)
(BTW, I got the word Monday from the REAL people. It’s on the way! Can’t wait!)
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“Dave’s not here!”
Or at least thee book isn’t, which means it should arrive soon 😉 I managed to get a personal note into it before it left. Probably shouldn’t let your husband read it though… (just kidding! He’s too far away for me to worry… 😉 )
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Poor Dave. We’re still laughing at him AAALLL these years later! 😀
Ooooh, can’t wait to read the note, now. I’m all a-twitter! Or a-flutter? Well, I’m flapping around, anyway. Don’t worry if it’s REEEEEALLY not that exciting. It doesn’t take much to make me happy these days. 😉
And I could leave a personal note from our hunky UPS guy…the one who digs old chicks…lying on the kitchen table. Under a single red rose. By a box of chocolates. As long as Mark’s dinner was ready, he’d never notice it. He’d just eat, then head to the living room to doze in front of old movies featuring men in trenches and tanks, with lots of bombs whistling around. You are completely safe. Because WE are completely OLD.
😀
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