He woke up, feeling more groggy than he had ever felt, not sure why he would feel so poorly. He thought about the night before and realized he could recall showing up at Lindon’s Bistro and getting seated, but nothing else. His whole body was shaking; was there a draft in here? Dexter raised his hand to his head and realized for the first time that all of his hair was gone. What? Where was his hair? Who would shave his head and why? Standing up and slowly walking toward the mirror Dexter could barely recognize his own reflection. Never before had he been without his brown curls. Who did this?
Marcy looked out over the trees feeling the morning air, crisp and clean, filling her nostrils. It had finally become a reality. Her dream to live in the mountains with only the earth and Dexter, her dog, to keep her busy was finally a reality.
Marcy hadn’t realized the beauty that lay before her on her bedroom balcony. Leaning on the railing to look down into the valley, Marcy felt a wiggle and heard a short snap before falling to the ground below. Would someone find her? The world darkened around her.
I Will Never Leave You by S.M. Thayer takes you on an inside look at what a couple will do to have a baby of their own. You won’t want to put it down!
Trish and James have what every couple wants, love, careers, and an endless amount of money thanks to Trish’s father and his banking success. The one thing they’ve never been able to get is a baby despite all the different attempts and methods. When Trish finds out that James has a mistress, she feels like her life is shattered. She is broken into even more pieces when James tells her that Laurel is pregnant with his baby! Who is Laurel and where did James meet her? Does this mean that Trish is the sole reason she and James don’t have a baby of their own?
I give this book 5 out of 5 stars. I was hooked from the beginning and with all the twists and turns of the plot, I couldn’t stop reading until the very last page. Everything you think will happen does; or at least seems to happen. Thayer has done a fantastic job at keeping the plot moving and the reader guessing.
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Paula has an opinion about supermarket shopping that I believe so many of us have…the placement of the items.
For me I wonder why marketing has so much control over the supermarket. Today, walking in I am inundated by baked goods. Tons of brownies, cookies, cakes, donuts, you name it, they had it. Then the fresh fruit and veggies are all tucked in the back corner of the store. Obviously, this is to sell the junk food…it helps keep the world chunky. No wonder no one wants to bring kids into the market anymore. So then, almost every end-cap is a junk food or candy product. I am trying to lose weight. How am I supposed to shop without having bad cravings for everything in sight that is not good for me? It is almost like staying healthy is way too much work. It is definitely too expensive. Does anyone win?
I have had so much going on lately that I have had the urge to give up on my pastimes, my hobbies, the things I enjoy. I think it is my body’s and mind’s reaction to stress. Sort of a depressive state. I realized tonight that I won’t ever really live in my home again. I am moving on…not necessarily my choice but something I must do. I know I have so much to be thankful for, that I feel guilty feeling so down. I often wonder if people feel the way that I do; like my life is always in some sort of limbo. I mean, does life ever feel comfortable, like there isn’t anything that has to get done?
The Cat in the Hat was somewhere brand new he didn’t know who lived there or lived there with who. He saw lots of toys and some stuff in the yard He tried to look inside, curtains made it hard.
He thought that he’d knock on the door that’s bright red Perhaps they’d know him by the hat on his head Most people did know him for what he did wear He was famous to most, though he couldn’t care.
So he walked up the walk and he stood nice and straight he walked up the steps and he closed the front gate He didn’t want pets that might live there to leave Most kids did have pets, or he’d like to believe.
When all of a sudden from up on the roof A balloon went by flying, then popped with a Poof! Down to the ground a bright paper did float He bent down to get it and saw it’s a note.
The note it was written in crayon and pen Was the writing he noticed from a little boy Ben? The note was so sweet that the Cat he did cry Ben had an old kite that the Cat used to fly.
The Cat was so happy to get back his kite He smiled so big with his teeth white and bright. So Ben lived in this house that he just stopped by And now he and Ben watch their kites blow and fly.