Fallen Sky Buddies!
It's been a while, right? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. It's been a long time. Almost too much.
If this continues, you will believe that I write more. You'll regret the retirement of my texts as others mourn the retraction of a wily old in top form and that one day, without warning, returned to eke out a living in his pants dirty, mine low and dull complexion.
But you'd be wrong! Oh yes! It was not me who writes more, it's just Mother unworthy. I thought that she would remain for a Volume 3, but she ran away (the slut). And everybody started to play: Father unworthy became a Canadian, eldest daughter no longer speaks of boys and even babies no longer in anger. What do you want it to do, Mother unworthy, surrounded by similar shirker?
And then, as this blog is called "The Chronicles of an unfit mother", well, since the Mother is a party (the manure heap), it goes on much longer.
But elsewhere, oh, my, girls! Moreover, do not stop. In 2011, you will not regret having waited. I have a few projects and new books now, stuff that my mother will not have the right to read (I say this to you put your mouth water), plus other odds and ends that I announced with great fanfare only if it works. No but.
Meanwhile, some patent / tips / Cossins further to my last post:
- A third season of Mother unworthy WebTV coming soon to your screens! And the sexy and delectable Jean-Louis XXX will be there himself in person, Ikea furniture to assemble and attempt to resist and yet still the invader. It
Jean-Nicolas Verreault who was elected Jean-Louis XXX of the year, "and he accomplishes his task with gusto. (Scuse the blurry photo, it will look much better in real WebTV shown Filmotron Super XX-10-69-HDYÉ.)
- I'll be at Book Fair Three Rivers as a guest of honor (yeah! To me cocktails and hand-kissing!) of 25 to 28 March next, at the Salon du livre du Québec of April 9 to 11, and the Salon du livre d'Edmundston from April 16 to 18. I will keep you informed of the schedule at As for signings!
With that, good Saturday. And if you cross Mother unworthy somewhere, tell him that I do not blame him, but I still wish him good luck to survive with no one beside him to understand it and love it (junk).
