did you get your FREE copy?

An awesome, made me smile review/rating of my free short Light Flirting. It's for free on Smashwords, 1RE, Barnes and Noble and a few other places. So if you haven't grabbed one, do so and see if you agree with this genius man. I mean very nice man. I'm not implying that he's a genius just because he liked my work. That would be laughable. I would never ever ever say something like that and...I'm not fooling anyone am I? Oh well. Free!

XOXO
Sommer

in memory of my favorite, now-deceased jeans...

I wrote "More Holes Than Jeans" for this new collection from PTP. Put on your favorite abused pair and come check us out...

XOXO

Sommer

just when you thought reading reviews wasn't safe...

Tada! I am so excited by this review I have no words. You heard me! No. Words! And that is rare. (Okay, so I typed a few words. Be quiet.)

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. you can buy your very own neon flamingo here. I want one!

13 things...

I'm guest blogging at Excessica today and confessing 13 things I wish I'd written. Come confess yours to me...if you dare (Muwah-ha-ha!). Okay, so it's not a scary blog, but that was fun ;)

XOXO

Sommer

new stuff...

Available on all the usual places including Kindle, All Romance Ebooks and Bookstrand. Today has been a revolving door day, so I'm just getting to blog. Girl child had a bike accident yesterday. She fought a parked car. She lost. And so did her glasses (o_O) But she's pretty decent considering, thx to those of you who were asking on Twitter :)

XOXO
Sommer

I've yet to read Jodi Picoult...

but I grabbed one of her novels the other day when I dropped girl child off for her volunteer job. Then she pops up in the magazine I'm reading. Given a recent so-so review or two and one unfortunate 'starring' incident, I totally loved what she had to say about reviews in general. Though I've yet to have a super negative or nasty review (knock wood) it always helps to have perspective and a word or two from other writers. Thought some of my fellow writers might want to peek:


Do you read the reviews of your books?

Every year I say I won't and every year I do. Some reviewers are really good at giving honest, balanced reviews. Some reviewers are just angry they're not writing book too. The New York Times just seems to hate me on a general principle because I choose to write commercial fiction.

oooooh, i heard this song...

after my chauffeur/mom morning duties of running kids about. I had not heard or thought of this song for a thousand years. So, I cranked it up and belted it out. God damn I love the Eagles! (or if you are from Balmer "The Iggles"). Anyhoo the whatchamcallit (whammy bar?) is sexy and the song got in my head and gave me some ideas and then bam! I remembered you have today and tomorrow to vote in the current leg (heh) of the Smut Marathon. The theme? Stilettos. Talk about woo-woo spooky. ;)

I tried and tried to find the actual Iggles singing but no luck. So sorry. You have to settle for hot girls in shoes.

XOXO
Sommer

Side Effects May Include...

So, if you are a constant reader you know (scroll down, friend) that things around here have been a wee bit topsy turvy of late. There's been some fear, growing pains, angst, worry, anxiety, etc. A lot of you want to know about the BSP, too.

Here's the deal: BSP guy and I did not see eye to eye in the long run. So...BSP is still in the works but now BSP stands for Beloved Steady Project. Because I am finishing that fucker and it will go all the way to the finish line no worries. And right on the tail of me and BSP guy going our separate ways came USP! Unexpected Surprise Project! With a dotted line and everything. I guess the whole everything happens for a reason and my life knows what it's doing even if I don't mentality is pretty on the money sometimes.

Now on to the side effects. I noticed something today when I went to do something I've done for the last (roughly) seven years. I went to drop my kids off at the yearly summer VBS and I was around a lot of people who have always made me feel judged and uncomfortable. Let me rephrase that, actually, I always felt judged thusly letting myself feel uncomfortable. Today when I waltzed in there with my super fantastic how did I luck out and get such cool kids, I not only felt comfy around my mother-in-law and sister-in-law (whose church it is) but I felt comfortable. Period. I dealt with people who have always made me feel scrutinized and less than and criticized and I was smiling and laughing and just as comfortable in my own skin as I was in those beloved (now deceased) perfect jeans of mine that I murdered through overuse a few years ago. I was fine. I was secure, I was good, I was content, I was damn near fucking glowing!

So maybe that has been the point of the last hellacious, painful, roller coaster, falling through project, losing friends, man has illness last eight months. Maybe the side effect of weathering all the stress and upheaval and being forced to find things to be grateful for in the middle of shit storms was...comfort. In me. In my own skin. Walking into a place and in my own self feeling this way: Here I am, fuckers! Love me or feel free to kiss my ass. Because me? I am so totally good inside, you wouldn't believe me if I told you...

And it's true.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. apparently this new found self assurance is visible to those paying attention. I have to say I've felt this way for about a week and I have never had more doors held for me by chivalrous men (from nine to ninety-nine!) in my life.
p.p.s. upon BSP falling through the boy child said to me "Hey, you know you liked the Cage the Elephant song? Well they have a new one and you need to listen to it mom. You NEED to. So I thought why does that ring a bell? Hunh. This is why. So great minds think alike b/c this is my new theme song! And do I have the wisest kid or what?

If I were a hotel, I'd hang this over my door...

That 4.5 star emblem, I mean. Yay for a 4.5 stars review from Manic Reviews for Man In The Middle. I'm so pleased. I love this two story collection. I was also happy to see this. And not so happy to see this. What happened there!? That is the person I want to climb in their lap and feed them cookies and say "It really is good...why don't you give it another try?"

But I'm not allowed to do that. A judge told me so...heh. Kidding. But this is one of those life lessons where I have to be happy with my good and let the bad have no power over me. Which if you know me, is super duper looper hard. But I try.

So thanks to Claudia at Manic Readers for stuff like this: "I loved Ms. Marsden’s writing style (I’m a big fan of the first person), and the way she displayed the character’s emotions, as well as describing in detail what they were exactly doing. You can never be too graphic in an erotic tale, and Ms. Marsden does a splendid job in depicting the confusion, struggle, love..." You made my week!

XOXO
Sommer

I'm stop #16, baby...

Thank you for visiting my stop on the 1RomanceEbooks.com one year anniversary blog tour! This is stop # 16. Your last stop should have been Michele Montgomery & Jeff Erno's blog #15.

Today I’m giving away a pdf of Lucky 13 which just recently got a groovy nod from Violet Blue. Both shocking and pleasant! Please leave a comment to enter the drawing to win! The more comments you leave on the tour, the better your chances of winning the grand prize—a Sony E-reader! But don't forget--you have to register to win. But there's still time, so go to 1RE and sign up if you haven't already done so. A Sony-reader could be yours. Imagine how much sexy literature you could store on that puppy!

The next stop on the anniversary tour is at Honoria Ravena's blog #17. Have fun and Happy first anniversary to 1RE. I can't believe I've been there for a year and I just have to say, what stupendous people. Many happy returns!

XOXO
Sommer

Smoking Hot...

is out. right. now! yay! Since it's so hot, we are off to the beach for the day. We are also leaving right. now.

I love this cover and here's the blurb doohickey. Please go admire my newest tale to tell if you get a chance :D

Van really wants to dislike her blind date, on principle of course. So naturally she really likes Sean Tierney on sight. Her thoughts automatically go from zero to naughty when they meet. He’s a tall, green-eyed blond who drives a smoking-hot classic car.

Speaking of smoking hot, the Halloween party he takes her to turns into a nightmare. Not because it’s a blind date, but because the whole thing goes to hell when a ghost in the shape of evil black smoke starts taking out the guests. Van decides she’d like to live to see another date with sinfully handsome Sean and she learns there’s something to be said for life-affirming sex. Lots and lots of life-affirming, we-may-die-here-so-lets-do-it-while-we-can sex.

Have a great day!

XOXO

Sommer

Even in German

It's a big day 'round here. Some of you long term readers will recognize the tradition of going to celebrate my grandmother's life today. She died nine years ago today and every year we go to the hospice where she passed and we remember her. We talk about what a character she was. How fiercely she loved, how big she laughed, how she'd um...hit you with her cane if she didn't think you were listening. X-D

Anyway, I'm off for the day. This song was sent to me by a friend and I figure you should hear some gorgeous music while I'm gone. I've only listened to it six...seven...twelve times.

Oh, and while I'm here. Seems I have learned German. I dreamt I was saying something in German and when I woke up I wrote it down phonetically for the man who is a WWII buff and speaks hunt and peck German. He emailed me back. I swore I could hear him laughing. "You just basically said, 'I'd love a lay'" (o_O)

God, I'm a slut. Even in German.

XOXO
Sommer

My Dirty Monday: Wet Synergy

I never can figure how long to make a review about lube. To me there are three options, the lube was good, the lube was bad, the lube was enh. The good folks at Wet sent me a nice hearty sample of the new Synergy which I stoically (heh) agreed to try for an opinion. Here is that opinion:

Regular plain old formula: love, love, love. Toy use or um...boy toy use. Either way, it's a go. It really did seem concentrated and to last way longer with less. Which is always nice because adding can often mean a) stopping (boo!) and b) glopping (also boo!). This formula was a little dab will definitely do you and then you are good to go. Unscented, straight shooting, non-irritating (for super Suzy sensitive like me, even) and non-staining. Nothing but good things to say.

Cool Tingly formula: I give it all the kudos above. I'm not normally a fan of the cool and tingly effect. That is a personal thing. I know plenty of women who will knock down their grandmother to get a bottle of cool tingly goodness. I will say I found the cool tingly aspect less aggressive and more pleasant in the Synergy than other lubes I've tried. Making it a much more enjoyable audition for the lube itself. Let's just say, if you like cool tingly naughty bits, this is the lube for you.

Beyond that, here are the stats:
~Water Based
~pH Balanced
~Hypoallergenic
~Latex Friendly
~Great For Massage
~Silky Smooth

Go visit their sites to see what lube will get you slipping and sliding. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

You could win a Sony E-Reader...no, really

The tour is already underway. Runs July 15-31. My stop is later this week but I wanted to give you heads up. Go register for your number and start commenting. One lucky winner will get a Sony E-Reader. Imagine how much smut you could store on that!

XOXO

Sommer

Oh you wait till Mom finds out, buddy! or My answers...

1. What language would you learn if you could learn any language in existence?
Cherokee. I am fiercely proud of my Native American blood (on both sides) but the Cherokee is confirmed 110%. My great-great-great grandmother was a full blooded Cherokee squaw. So...now I just need to find someone brave enough to torture themselves long enough to teach me. Good luck to me. (o_O)

2. One food you would perish before you'd give up.
French fries

3. A book you could read over and over again and never get bored.
The Stand by Stephen King (original version not the later releases 'uncut' version)

4. Your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher candy.
Cherry. My god. Do they even *put* other flavors in the bag?

5. A smell you would capture again but can't.
The original Aussie shampoo. Before they came out with about sixty versions. The original kind in the ugly tan bottle with the red writing and red kangaroo on it. That mixed with Polo mixed with Drakkar, mixed with Sebastian Freeze hairspray (ah, fruity chemicals and alcohol) is the heady, if not toxic, scent of my youth.

6. Your favorite 80's move and why.
The Lost Boys. Hands down. No argument. End of sentence. Because it kicked serious ass, that's why. (Followed closely by a tie between Pretty In Pink and The Sure Thing...and The Princess Bride (inconceivable!)...and Uncle Buck! Wait, and...)

7. Your dream getaway.
A log cabin in the middle of nowhere.

8. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate or no chocolate
Yes, chocolate! Preferably dipped in, coated with or stuffed with peanut butter.

9. A TV show that inexplicably makes you feel happy no matter what.
Monk. I aspire to be that okay in my not-quite-right-ness one day.

10. Are you Laverne or Shirley?
Do I even need to answer this? Really? I am Laverne. That was not even a fair question. heh.

11. Do you dance or stand on the side looking cool?
I stand on the side looking anxious until I've had a few drinks and then I dance like a maniac, usually spurred by something classic like "Shout". Oh, and it is a prerequisite to sing along at top volume so that you scare other event goers.

12. What is your most embarrassing inadvertent character trait?
I snort sometimes if I laugh too hard. And if I'm really nervous I do this weird laugh thing to punctuate each sentence. "Yes, I've been there--haha! It is very pretty there--haha! You would like it--HAHA!" (o_O)

13. Have you ever been truly, wholly, knee-knockingly, heart-stoppingly in love?
God, yes. And I hope it never ever ends.

Thank you so, so much to those of you who answered. It made my weekend. What fun, I now feel like I know secret little gems about people. And because I am nosy, this is bliss to me :)

If you've shown up late, no worries, give us your answers. I'll be continuing to post if they come in. <3

XOXO
Sommer

I'd like to get to know you well...

Remember the cartoons where the Tasmanian Devil spun so fast and hard he drove himself into the ground and got stuck? Yeah, that's me lately. And I chatter, chatter, chatter on my blogs and twitter and this and that to the point where I don't know what I'm chattering about. I think part of this is that I think people will up and forget me if I'm not on my blog pretty much every day. So I push myself. And then I get resentful. And then I have a nervous breakdown. And then I want to flip rude women the double bird whilst hanging out my car window weeping copiously and offering strangers fries with their imaginary meals (would like fries with that? see blog below).

I think part of it is people say, I love your style it's like you're talking to me. And I come every day to see what you've said. So when I have days I have nothing to truly say or a driving need to say it, I have that old guilt thing (where the fuck does guilt come from anyway and how can I get rid of it???). But the bottom line is: I truly do not like to be away from my blog. I love talking to other writers and readers and just people who randomly stumble over my blog and find something pertinent, sexy or funny to read.

So then it hits me in the shower (also known as my think tank) I can be silent with myself and peaceful with myself and nice to myself (my goal for this week) and still put up a blog. Because I want to know about YOU. I have put up some questions. It would rock my world if you would interact with me by telling me about you. I will leave this up for the next few days and pop in to post comments when they come through my gateway (sorry, I must say, recently I've had some doozy emails and comments so I finally had to put the permission to post thingy on).

Now these things, historically, either go smashingly well and we get to learn all kinds of cool stuff about other writers and readers and Random Mary from Kansas who tried to type in sweet girl.com and got smutgirl.com. Or...they fall flat and it sounds like a forest when a predator's on the loose. Nary a sound. Not even my favorite standby *crickets chirping*. Please help me to make this a success and fun. Please. Pretty please with fries on top and no double bird from the crazy woman.

I will post my own answers when everyone else is done in a few days.

Back to laying on my bed with the feet on the wall reading a good book. I am (re)learning the fine beautiful art of doing NOTHING sometimes but that which I feel like doing...

Tell me if you would be so kind...

1. What language would you learn if you could learn any language in existence?
2. One food you would perish before you'd give up.
3. A book you could read over and over again and never get bored.
4. Your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher candy.
5. A smell you would capture again but can't.
6. Your favorite 80's move and why.
7. Your dream getaway.
8. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate or no chocolate
9. A TV show that inexplicably makes you feel happy no matter what.
10. Are you Laverne or Shirley?
11. Do you dance or stand on the side looking cool?
12. What is your most embarrassing inadvertent character trait?
13. Have you ever been truly, wholly, knee-knockingly, heart-stoppingly in love?

TTFN

Today has sucked such copious amounts of ass I have two choices: 1) quit and work at a fast food joint or b) take a few days and step away from the computer.

This morning alone was enough for me to want to give my computer a long soapy shower with extra water. Just me, the computer, water and a bunch of sparks as I watched its spectacular demise.

I'll be back in a few when I don't feel like I could open a coke bottle with my teeth (or my ass). Too much, too much, too much. The final straw was checking in on the BSP and more waiting. I got acknowledgement and now I'm waiting. Waiting and hijacked email accounts and middle-finger-flipping-douche-holes = stress. I'm going to take a walk now. For like...twelve days.

See, I am practicing for my new career: "Would you like fries with that?"

I would! I fucking love fries!

XOXO
Sommer

Cold Hard Bitch...

I woke up to find that I couldn't get into the Yahoo! acct I've had forever. My hands were shaking by the time I finally realized it was actually compromised. Thank god, Yahoo! actually makes it easy for you if this happens. That was good. This all happened before coffee infusion, mind you. So I was so very not prepared on many levels. Got that all straightened out, but today is dentist day. I hate dentist day. I hate the dentist, though I love my actual dentist person. The dentist always causes pain no matter what because of the dreaded TMJ. So that was weighing heavy on my mind.

Got to dentist and he did his thing, said everything looked good and I needed to floss more (they always say that) and get to specialist for TMJ device (he always says that--because it's true *sigh*). So am feeling okay and pretty good b/c he was very gentle with me. But now must play beat the clock to get home to take girl child to her shift for volunteer work. So here I come and I need to go around the little exit thingy off the main road. And this woman is sitting there in her car and she is way back from the truck in front of her. If she'll scootch up like...8 inches, I can get through. So I gently (so very gently) tap my horn and make a move like "Hey, nice lady can you move up a bit?"

She totally fucking ignores me. And her body language might a well be a neon sign that says I AM IGNORING YOU. So I wait. Hey, I'm nice, not rabid and I have three minutes to spare. But then she moves up about...four inches. Not enough to let me through, but enough to give me hope. I try it. Nope. Can't do it. Though I can see from where I am trapped that I could trot a fat horse between her car and the truck in front of her.

So I gently (and I am not being funny, I VERY FUCKING GENTLY!) tap my horn. beep! beep! beep! Like "Hey nice lady, that's close but not enough. How about a few more inches."

She gives me the finger.

So I sit there, wrestling with my temper. My morning has been stressful thus far and I am a good person and I can certainly wait for this (SEEMINGLY NEVERENDING LIGHT FOR FUCKING CHRIST'S SAKE WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG!) light to change. I can.

So it changes. And I clap. More for myself than her. She leans over and gives me the finger again.

Okay, so here is where it took every shred of self control I could muster to just drive on. The guy behind me in a pick('em) up is laughing, shaking his head in sympathy for me. But seriously, it took everything I had not to give into the crushing urge to motor my window down, lean my entire upper body out of my SUV and flip her the old double bird and throw in a "Prostitution Whore!" a la The Housewives of New Jersey to drive the point home.

But I didn't.

But I wanted to. Still do.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. then this song came on and I have decided to make it my anthem for today. tada!

FYI

If you get anything weird from me at the hot 4 sommer yahoo addy, ignore it, trash it, burn it. Appears my account was compromised. So that's an FYI. Now I need coffee. Like I needed to fucking deal with *that* before coffee! Grrr...

XOXO
Sommer

would it be wrong...

to feed another beach goer sand until he finally. shut. up? Yes? Damn.

Other than the motor mouth (overly friendly and annoying, motor mouth, mind you) we had a nice time. Everyone pooped out earlier than normal.

We were all stumped. There seemed to be less beach and the water was deeper and there were actual waves.Then it clicked. The first few times we trekked down was during a drought. We finally got rain over the weekend. Wow. What a difference a rain makes. Plenty of deep water to drown that man i--I mean to swim in. Totally. That is what I meant.

Swear.

XOXO
Sommer

p.s. the case is here. hot, hot, hot!

My Dirty Monday: Le reve vibe - white

Le reve vibe - white

This is a picture of my new best friend. The Le Reve vibe arrived at my home and was all white and hard and angled. It reminded me of the old-timey telephones. And by old-timey I mean the ones I had as a kid before everything turned cordless. When I picked the Le Reve up in my hand it fit perfectly. This vibe is smooth with clean lines and four speeds--Four. Not a billion. Who needs a billion speeds? Not me. I get vibes with a billion speeds and end up with one or two favorite speeds that I use all the time. Usually one. The point is, the Le Reve gives you Slow (makes you want to climb out of your skin but in a good way), Medium (oh, god we're getting there) and Fast (oh god, we're there!) and Sonic (I see Heaven). Me, I like slow. I'm weird.

Anyway, it doesn't have a bunch of bells and whistles. Clean lines, three speeds, nifty battery compartment because it's waterproof. Pretty box, surprisingly quiet so there's no need to announce you're getting off (unless you wanna). The Le Reve reminds me of a really smoking good piece of pie. You don't need all the garnishes and the chocolate shavings and whipped cream and the mint sprig, because the pie is damn near perfection when done right all by its simple self. And this simple, affordable, gorgeous in its plain-ness vibe is pretty much the perfect piece of pie. With orgasms.

XOXO
Sommer
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It always makes me laugh when he says...

"Look, I'm having sex with or without you. It'll be much more fun with you..."

What can a girl say to that but yes? True story.

We've had birthday fun and dinner out and today a cleaning binge. It's been a busy, busy weekend and then that little thrilling sexcapade and well--I took a shower and am about to eat and then...I'm vegging on the big brown sofa. I am pretty damn snookered. But in a good way.

See you tomorrow. True Blood tonight! And Hung! Double good times.

XOXO
Sommer

taking a few...

It is girl child's birthday weekend! I have so much to do (her b/d always sneaks up on me as is in the middle of the summer anti-schedule and smack dab center of lazy season) and so much to clean. There is celebrating to be had in various forms. I can't believe that she is so...grown up. damn.

XOXO

Sommer

all better now...

I've had a few of you email me to say you were glad I'm all better now (RE blogs starting a few weeks ago). I wouldn't so much say I'm all better now as I'm dealing better. And I've stopped poking myself with a fork and letting the things that make me hurt take over.

I've got about 82 pages of BSP and am racing ahead on a paranormal. I have beach time, and walk time. I've cut back on wine and also shitty foot. Putting cleaner fuel in the machine and keeping a clearer head. But this song is on my internal soundtrack a lot. It helps me let out the loud feelings.

So let's see, it's not fluffy happy bunny time just yet, but it's not a rush of fear and hurt anymore. I had some things going on in my life that were beyond my control. That is almost a dirty phrase to me. But it's true. Some things I've had to just set behind me, some I'm still working through. The man has really good days and uber shitty ones.

Bottom line is: thank you for your emails. Thanks for your support. Thanks for your belief in me and thanks for giving a good goddamn. It means the world to me and I mean that! <3

XOXO
S

two quick things...

#1 Yay for awesomeness of a review for Alison's Wonderland out now and due to me...any moment. How about now?...now?...Now!? Soon! The reviewer gave my little story a nod.


The Three Billy Goats Gruff will have you looking at painters differently, a dominating Belle turns Beauty and the Beast on his (yes, his) ear, and let's say that at some brand-name theme parks with a certain mouse mascot, the shortest route may not always be straight...

and #2 To finally give a really cohesive answer to a question more than one reviewer/interviewer/reader has asked me, I'd like to introduce you to Alcide.

He is why I write wolves over vamps. Sweet holy mother of summertime heat. Woof!

XOXO

Sommer

When Bees Attack...

We spent all day at the beach yesterday. (Do find above a traveling out and traveling back song!). Then I came home, poured the sand out of every bag, blanket, shoe, ass crack and ear and made a nice dinner. Then I sprawled face down on the sofa and surprised myself by crashing out for about 20 minutes. A power cat nap if you will.

Anyway, then I loaded young adult type smaller people into my car and took them to a sleepover. When we arrived I noticed a huge bee was in the yard. I mean huge. The size of a humming bird. Okay, maybe the size of a cicada! Anyway, I visited with MIL and SIL and nephew before crawling--I mean climbing--back into my SUV to head home.

I was half down the long and windy road rocking out to Disturbed when I put my hand in my now-long hair and bwah! My brain didn't even register BIG BEE STOWAWAY IN YOUR HAIR! before I flung it across the damn car. Then I felt bad, we are having issues with our bees, don't you know. (No really, google it) Then I realized my impromptu passenger was not flying inside my car--so, stunned or dead. Then I realized that if it was only stunned when it became unstunned it was gonna be piss-ed-off. So I pulled onto the shoulder--quite a site--door open, legs hanging out the door trying to capture giant pterodactyl sized bee into my vitamin water bottle. But I did it! I got it in and then turned and tossed it out into the dried up brown, drought grass on the side of the road.

Tada! No sting and am humanitarian type person in the bee kingdom. And bonus: I did not wreck the car. Ole!

Here's hoping today is a bit more uneventful. (o_O)

XOXO
Sommer

Back to the...

beachbeachbeachbeach today! Who is this woman taking days off? Sitting in the sun, hunting for shells, laughing, swimming! Spending time away from the magic box and remembering to have fun? Who is she? I have no fucking clue. But I sure as shit like her.

Have a happening hump day.

XOXO
Sommer

gotta say...

I think I am fully in love with Jason Lee on this one...hotter than the south in August. Never really paid attention to him before but the show looked good. And now, all grown up and a bit older and worn in and beat up and all yummy. Well, hell. Mmm.

XOXO
Sommer

at least the fucking butterflies are happy...

It's like a hundred and sumpin' degrees here. I just grabbed a hot pan and burned all the fingers on my right hand (mad skillz my friend). I tried to apologize to the guy behind me at the grocery for being in speedy line, it is a war I wage with the establishment every time I shop there. If you are dropping nothing (15 items or under) you get full service. Shop for all your food (hundreds of bucks) Oh, please do check yourself out. If you complain they say: check out there. Then the people behind you are pissed.

So I said: "Sorry. I know I have more but...blarblarblar..."

He said "If that was all I had to worry about life would be good."...

*sound of crickets chirping*

"Um...yeah, me too you douche! but I was trying to be nice." (Okay, I didn't say that aloud, but I wanted to).

So it's hot, did I mention? Burned my hand, did I say? Douche bag behind me somehow made me feel bad for saying I was sorry, have I told you that?

Right. Well, here is my pretty butterfly garden. They are happy little babies today. Apparently they like hell-like conditions and they do not cook (or burn themselves) or shop (with douche bags) nor are they waiting to hear on bsp's. They are just flying the fuck around happy as...whatever. Butterflies!

102. In the shade. Pass me the wine.

XOXO
Sommer

i meant to...

to post this the other day. For all of you who love bathing suits as much as me. I damn near fell out of my chair when my aunt sent this to me. A) because it's so funny and B) she'll shock me from time to time and send me stuff like this I'd never expect to get from her.

I may be out of it lately, but I assure you--I am putting my bathing suit on the right way. Thank. God.


X-D


XOXO
Sommer

today...

These little piggies went to a pool party. Where a warm summer breeze blew my blue dress up at the last second. But I like all the blues.

I am stuffed and tired and I hear the fireworks starting. Probably will be able to see them from the back deck. Must go see.

In other news, I am becoming a professional at making an ass out of myself, I think. Oh well. Whatever.

Happy 4th everyone! Have fun. Be safe. Kiss someone you love.

XOXO
Sommer

hot for sommer...

this little piggy went to the beach...(sorry Danielle)

then this little piggy played in the water...

but not too hot. In fact, it was the perfect fucking day. Best day I've had in years. I would try to explain how badly I needed today to you, but I would fail. So instead, I'm going to go pour a glass of wine. I'm a bit burnt, I'm wiped out and there is sand sprinkled through my house...I haven't felt better in ages.

I'm probably gone, baby, gone till Monday, so have a great 4th everyone!

XOXO

Sommer

beachbeachbeach

we're going today. It's small and it's local and I'm ridiculously excited. If we have fun, I plan to go as often as possible this summer. And planning a few nights away too. It's been ten years. Ten years with no vacation is long enough.

Happy Friday

XOXO

Sommer

Freaky Deaky Sag

Blogging at eXcessica today. Why don't you stop in and see me. Bring your um...bow and arrow. Yeah. That works. ;)

XOXO

Sommer