Well, CookieCakes did a pretty good job of locking me in the dark recesses of her mind, but now she’s distracted – and I’m back. And I have a few things to say!
CookieCakes thinks she’s queen of the world now that she’s working again – but let me tell you, that piddly salary she’s making wouldn’t even keep me in lunches, manicures and massages. What a loser!
BTW, I also read Linda Bethea’s book, Everything Smells Just Like Poke Salad, and I also have an opinion on it. But did Linda ask me to review it? Of course not. Apparently, she cares what CookieCakes thinks, but not me. The heck with her, I won’t even link to her book here so don’t bother clicking on the photo!
Then, of course, there’s that Paul Curran person. Did he let me know that he had died and come back to life during his botched surgery? No, he told Mark Bialczak instead. I take some comfort in the fact that he also didn’t notify CookieCakes, but certainly since I’m so much closer to the “other side” he could have invited me along. The heck with him, too.
As for the photography – where do you think CookieCakes gets her photographic eye? I’m the one who makes her see things that may or may not be there, and I’m the one who points out the hidden aspects of a prospective photo, especially the darker ones. Remember the “Love You to Death” photo? Do you really think sweet little Cordelia’s Mom could have dreamed that up without me?
Even the tower photo at the head of this post is mine. Every time CookieCakes drove past that deconstructed church, I was jumping up and down inside her head yelling, “Stop! That would make a great picture!” Did she listen? Of course not – at least not until she was on her little vacation and happened to notice it herself (she thinks).
Never mind that every one of these photos carries the Cordelia’s Mom signature – they are mine, all mine, and I’m taking credit for them right here and now. Can you sue an alter-ego for copyright infringement? Probably not, but it would be fun to try and would certainly make a great story, wouldn’t it?
I may just do that yet.
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Images by Cordelia’s Mom, except for book cover image from Amazon.com