First, thank you to Jen (otherwise known as The Next Martha) and Duffy (appearing under her husband’s name John Batzler) for their brand-new 5-star reviews of Fightball: Dying of Suck!
Today, I direct you to Megan, over at Best of Fates. Megan is the self-proclaimed Queen of Awkward, and she is amazing and awkward and yes … royal. She has written the most awesome and hilarious review of Fightball ever.
And yes, I am giving away three copies of Fightball to winning commenters at Megan’s place.
Now … if you are a person who already owns Fightball … think of people you know who should read Fightball. People who could use a little laughter and ridiculousness in their lives. Now … who amongst those people can you strong-arm into heading over to Megan’s and leaving a comment?
Or … if you don’t feel as persuasive as I KNOW YOU TO BE, leave a comment to win the book for someone you love or like a little bit.
Just so you know (although I believe Megan mentioned it on her blog) … she is having an issue with occasional error messages to commenters, BUT YOUR COMMENTS ARE GOING THROUGH so persevere in the face of rejection and hardship.
Hee hee.
Also, did you see the photo that accompanies this post? It’s supposed to depict awkward royalty.
NAILED IT.
Love … me
Loving the book.
I am so glad! YAY!
Just when I thought it was impossible to love you more … you give us Princess Pooch of the Pretty All True Kingdom
Right? Hazel is the temporary mascot around here until Jack gets groomed. He’s all garbled at the moment.
Is that dog suppose to be me? I am SO ADORABLE. I can’t handle it.
Hee hee … I so did not know you would stop by … yes … that’s supposed to be you.
Notice the hand holding her uncooperative dogness in position.
I don’t know how Wegman did it.
Mention by one of my favorite living in my computer people in a post with a link to another of my favorite mostly living in my computer people. (Megan and I have met. It was troll-riffic.)
In real life? My head may explode … I like to pretend that never happens.
ACK.
Hazel is adorable even when she doesn’t look amused!
Seriously, though … I don’t know how that Wegman guy did it.
Bacon. It had to be bacon. That’s gotta be Wegman’s secret.
I think it must be bacon. Bacon and hidden electrical charges remotely controlled beneath the clothing of the overly-cooperative dogs.