I’m admitting it. Finally. Admitting what you ask?
Okay. So I have several addictions.
I love those strawberry thumbprint cookies at the Celebrity Bakery and those along with some tomato basil soup will be among the things I consume while I’m back in Texas next week.
There’ll be a trip to the Sonic of course (my only fast food vice).
A girl’s sushi night! Whoo hooooooooooo!
I love Shiner Bock beer, which by the way, you can’t get in South Dakota.
And finally, I’m addicted to Janet Evanovich. Or rather her Stephanie Plum series. No, I pretty much like everything she writes.
I finally broke down- well ok, Zach broke me down and I bought the, so far, last book in her series a couple weeks ago. So I ‘ve read them all now. And I’m ready to re-read them, once I get through a couple Grisham novels.
Those of you who aren’t familiar with Stephanie Plum, let me just tell you. She’s a former lingerie buyer, turned bounty hunter. She keeps her gun in her cookie jar, is a master fibber, knows how to use her feminine wiles when need be and she’s always going to get her man; even if her crazy grandmother, or big-talking sidekick of a partner, Lula, get in the way. She has uncanny luck, and an an on again off again romance with a Trenton, NJ Police Officer, Joe Morelli; not to mention the hot and steamy Ranger, who is her mentor and bounty hunter extraordinare!