Found this little guy across the street from my daughters' gym. Cupid was Venus's son, you know, and I am not sure how he became so cherubic as he was a rather lusty and very grown up fellow. Maybe it was because his mother was such a helicopter parent, so people could never disconnect the two. Talk about your controlling moms! She trapped him in his room when she didn't like his girlfriend. Worse yet, she tried to get the girl to jump to her death. Still, you gotta love her. Literally. You do. She was the goddess of love.
Are you sick of my blabbering on about my novel yet? No? Then check out The Goddess Lounge-inspired menu created by Desiree over at
The Restless Chef. After which, check out the interview with me at writer
Traci Moore's website. You are sick of my blabbering? I'm sorry. By the way, did I mention that you are having a FANTASTIC hair day? And those shoes! Wherever did you find them?
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never get tired of you Margaret! :-)
No, we're not tired of you. It's just we're over at Des's place and we can't talk with our mouth is full.
I feel like I darn well better love Cupid's mom, or else! And I never tire of hearing about the book!
You're too funny! :-)
And please, another glass of wine....
Why, thank you for noticing.
Cupid's cute okay, never gues what he's up to.
It matters not what you blabber about, Margaret, you are always charming. You can talk about your book every day forever and I will listen.
I had to google "helicopter mom." Where have I been? Not tired of your blabbering at all, Margaret. I'll miss your updates while you're at camp.
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