Unmade Bed – The Horror!

As you may remember, a very dear friend of mine has taken it upon himself to pose for potential covers for my books.  Apparently, it’s become quite a hobby for him and he’s thinking about wardrobe and staging – every component of the cover.  And he keeps sending me pictures on his phone.

The following is a series of texts from us yesterday.  The beginning is a bunch of nonsense about the Stanley Cup Finals that we are both avidly watching.  Then comes the good stuff:

K: I have my next cover attempt for you

Me: All right.  Lay it on me.

K: This one is hilarious so I must get your word on confidentiality before sending i.e. no public access.

Me: Holy shit! I’m terrified.

K: Haha.  You should be.  I do enjoy trying to mock the ridiculous covers of romance books but I’m gonna need an oath.

Me: I swear on all I hold dear (cupcakes and Bruce Springsteen) I will not share.

Then he sent the picture – which despite his hilarity – I won’t share with you.  But it is really, really funny and charming in a way that warms the cockles of my sarcastic little heart.

But then the true hilarity ensues.  His wife finds out about it so he sends it to her.  In his words back to me: “This is so good… J wants to see the pic.  I say ok.  Send it.  Now, she sees her husband half naked in a pic he’s sending her and no problem.  But messy room!!”

How exactly like a woman is that?  Half naked pictures of her charming and hilarious husband and she’s freaking out about the messy bedroom in the background.  And I have to agree with her.  I would totally be mad if My Honey sent pictures of our messy bedroom regardless of what’s in the foreground.

To J:  Honey – I never noticed the bedroom.  I was much too amused at your goofball husband.