My name, my name – a book for my name
I have no idea what the title of this post means. I don’t even know why I wrote it but I can’t think of a better one.
But lookey what a colleague of mine sent me in email today:
This is awesome because my name is Annette.
(I’ve just revealed something private to you people so you better not abuse it!)
This is a bit of a novelty for me since not too many people have this name and most women who do, are my mother’s age. I have yet to meet another Annette in their 30′s. Are you out there 30-something Annette? If you are, message me and then we can get together over coffee and read this dandy book together. (And no, I wasn’t named after the plucky Mouseketeer you see smiling above who is not letting the fact that a red car is trying to knock her off a cliff and kill her get to her.)
Do you think Annette gets away from the red car? Do you think she solves the mystery at the Desert Inn? Well let me tell you, if she’s anything like me – probably not. She probably just shut her door to her hotel room and began reading the new Stephen King book.
Okay Annette’s – you out there? Let’s start an Annette book club and we ONLY read books that have Annette in the title.