Oh, dear. It's the 19th, isn't it? Which is the day I promised my best friend Beth that I'd write a post for her. I know the date's written down somewhere, there's just a little matter of, you know, finding where I wrote it down.
Beth, being the overly organized person she is, would have written the date on the calendar in her kitchen, on the calendar in her children's bookstore, and probably entered it into her cell phone so it'd call her with a reminder. But since I'm Marina, not Beth, none of that was likely to happen. Silly you for expecting otherwise!
Anyway, Beth wanted me to write something about our book that's coming up for sale in October, Murder at the PTA. As soon as I agreed ("Of course I'll help out, darling. You know how I love blogging!") she kept warning me about telling too much about the book. As if I would spill the beans about...oh, dear. This is going to be harder than I thought.
Hmm. I could tell you about the time we...well, no, I guess I can't. And I certainly can't tell you about the night when....oh, bother.
You know, it's hard to write about a book without giving away too much. But even Beth shouldn't scold me for saying that murderous feelings can be a common emotion when dealing with sticky Parent Teacher Association issues. I mean, I can't be the only one who considers whacking Claudia Wolff with a folding chair every time she opens her mouth. That woman, I tell you! I don't know how Beth has the patience to deal with her. But as the secretary of the PTA and a business owner, Beth has had to develop a thicker skin than she was born with.
Poor soul. But I know I did the right thing when I pushed her to be the PTA secretary. After all, if she hadn't done it, I might have had to. (Shudder.) Can you imagine a worse secretary than me? Of course, the secretary sits at the front table, and Claudia always sits in the front row. Hmm. I wonder how far I can throw a spitball....