It is just after midnight, May 22, on Kiritimati Island. The earth is quiet and still, but above, there is a low rumbling in the clouds, a frenzied stir that can be heard just beyond the pearly gates. “Damnation! I just spilled wine on my robe. Now where did I put that other sandal? Hell’s fire, I am six hours late. Can’t this camel go any faster? And how do you program ‘heaven to earth’ on his piece of crap GPS?”
Author: Merri Petrovits
“K” is not for “Coincidence.”
We’d all like to be flies on a wall somewhere, and I decided my wall of choice would be a meeting at a children’s book publishing company. I imagine the conversation would go as follows:
“Did you hear the guys at Disney got away with a hidden penis on the cover of ‘The Little Mermaid’?”
“Rookies. We can do better.”
“The presses are ready to roll with ‘My First Book of Words.’ Take a look at this!”
Must all the fun in this house be at my expense?
Cool: wasting away a rainy morning playing dress-up with your preschooler.
Not cool: forgetting to take the tiara off your head before you drop her off at school.
Even less cool: having a husband who sees your tiara, elects not to tell you about it, and smirks at you all the way out the door.
And the next American Idol is…
