I know, I know, it serves me right

July 17, 2018 @ 11:50 am | Filed under: , ,

Eight years ago I was far too discreet to name the book that caused Scott to threaten me with the worst possible revenge.

And now I have no idea what book it was.


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    tee+d says:

    Hahahahahahaha!
    Oh, dear.
    I can remember hardly anything from one day to the next (the drifts of blank books and notepads around the house attest to this) and because in the middle of the night I can rarely read my own scrawl, I have gotten VERY specific and detailed about my notes!!!!

    Good luck; it’ll come to you at exactly 2:48 a.m.

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    Katy says:

    Ok! You guys even put some clues in the comments — you’ve got to be able to figure it out so you can share it with us all 🙂

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    Melanie Bettinelli says:

    Oh I hate it when I was so certain way back when that I could never, ever forget the thing because who cold possibly forget that. And now I’m staring at a piece of old writing wondering what the heck I was talking about.

    Dying to know what the book was.