Wednesday, August 4, 2010
New, Improved Book Cover
Here it is!
My saint of a sister-in-law updated the cover and I love it!!! She is absolutely amazing. Thanks, Teresa!
And, without further ado, here is a teaser of this book! This is the first chapter. I hope you like it!
For a single woman, there is no lonelier household chore than grocery shopping. Packages don’t come in “for one” sizes. They come in larger-than-life sizes designed to keep a family of four stocked up for a solid week. What does the frugal single do with family-sized portions of food that will spoil before she gets to them?
As I trudged down aisle after aisle of economy-sized products in my local Grocery King Supermarket by myself, pushed my too-empty cart and struggled to look as though I wanted to buy the reduced-fat versions of my favorite foods, in bulk, no less, I had an epiphany. I bet lonely men shopped at grocery stores, too. Maybe across the store, there was a tall, dark, handsome hunk filling up his cart with reduced-fat cookies and low-cal Italian dressing, sighing to himself as he loaded up on the family pack of toilet paper. How hard would it be to find him, three aisles away?
I never thought that I would be reduced to picking up a man at the Grocery King. I mean, I’m not that unattractive. I am thirty-two years old and I have medium-length blonde hair and hazel-green eyes. I am about five pounds overweight, but I’ve been told that’s part of my charm. I have a quick smile, a contagious laugh, and a very dry sense of humor. I have all of my teeth, most of my brain, and some common sense. I don’t have a crazy ex-boyfriend named Roy who still breaks things when he thinks of me, and I don’t have a collection of cats that lounge around my apartment. I have a job, a car, no kids, and a 401K. So, what was the problem?
I think the dry sense of humor coupled with the absolute lack of fear of doing odd things in public can get me in trouble. But today, when I had my epiphany in aisle four, it didn’t feel like such a bad idea. I had heard of people meeting at the laundromat, for example, falling in love, and getting married next to the vending machines. At least their reception smelled like fabric softener.
So, on that day, I was struck with a brilliant idea. I would find a nice guy at the Grocery King where I live in Corolla, North Carolina, fall in love discussing brie, and get married in the produce section, which happens to be quite nice at the Grocery King. Simple, right?