Yes it's Friday!

I'm currently reading GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE GUNS by Toni McGee Causey. This is 2nd of 3 in series featuring Bobbie Faye Sumrall, a one-woman disaster area and accidental sleuth. Here's a description:

Bobbie Faye Sumrall is back, and this time she is being chased by the FBI, criminal elements in her own family, the Irish Mob, and Homeland Security, all of whom are convinced that she knows the location of a priceless cache of diamonds. With a little help from her friends, most notably sexy FBI agent Trevor and her ex-lover hunky detective Cam, Bobbie Faye manages to stay just ahead of the Grim Reaper as she leaves a trail of destruction in her wake while racing through once peaceful Lake Charles, Louisiana. Other denizens play a role in Bobbie Faye’s adventure—CeCe, the voodoo queen who owns the shop where Bobbie Faye works the gun counter; Francesca, her drama queen cousin; Aubrey, the high-school senior who sells “Bobbie Faye debris” on eBay; and local news reporter Reggie “Buzz Saw” O’Connor, who lives by the creed that if there’s no news, make some up.

It was reprinted this year and has 352 pages. Here's an excerpt:

Chapter One

Bobbie Faye Sumrall was full up on crazy, thank you very much, and had a side order of cranky to spare. The bank—citing the picky little reason that it didn't want to lend money to people who were routinely shot at—said no to a loan for a new (used) car. It wasn't like she'd ever been hit by an actual bullet, for crying out freaking loud. Immediately after that, she couldn't get an insurance company to give her a quote for a start-up business grant application she needed to turn in. (Three insurance giants had gotten restraining orders as soon as they heard who was calling.) (Wusses.) And then the FBI guy she'd been blistering hot and bothered about had dropped off the planet two weeks earlier, and geez, there was only so much rejection a girl could take. She needed to have one night, one measly little night, to sleep well. That wasn't too much to ask, right? Apparently, the Universe thought it was. Bobbie Faye and the Universe were like warring spouses locked in an eternal battle, trying to blow one another up rather than admit the other was savvier. (The Universe, by the way? A big fat cheater.)

Otherwise today, I've walked Tug (very windy out), trying to get rid of the cough that has stayed and stayed, and spent some time online doing a mystery scavenger hunt though I'd make a very bad detective because I don't know whodunnit.

Tonight on tv, I've got Say Yes to the Dress and that's about it. This weekend Steve and I will be working on getting rid of the last of the cold, I'll be doing some cleaning and laundry.

Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster