My husband loves baseball. Tiger baseball, to be specific. Since he grew up in
Michigan near Detroit, that's reason enough for his allegiance. Also his father
is a big fan. My father was not a big fan, I didn't grow up in Michigan, and I
A. really hot with those guys in tight knickers. I mean, er, because they play
outdoors in warm places.
B. really boring. Truly the most exciting thing they do is the 7th inning stretch.
C. a ton of fun. Who doesn't like baseball park food? It's craptastic,
especially when you're chomping down on a chili dog and some guy lets fly with a
stream of tobacco.
D. a good excuse to go to Florida in March.
Answer: D though B is pretty close. That's right, every year we go down
the Tigers play in spring training down in Lakeland, Florida. Well, my husband
watches and I go because I love my husband.
Here's what I really do while he's enjoying the game.
A. Try to hide that I'm reading a book on my iPhone.
B. Chat with the nearest female about ANYTHING.
C. Cheer at inappropriate times. Usually when something happens beyond bad
pitch, bad pitch, good pitch, swing, miss.
D. Fantasize about something exciting happening. Sometimes I start with plotting
a baseball love story. Other times I go straight for alien invasion that
obliterates the ballpark.
E. Enjoy the sun.
Answer: All of the above! Yes, I always have a book going on my phone and
talk to anybody--not just the women--about anything. That's the gift of being an
extrovert. I cheer when anything unusual happens. I vividly recalling clapping
enthusiastically at a pop fly that was easily caught by the bad guys. My husband
has rarely been more embarrassed than at that moment. And given the many, many
ways I do embarrassing things, that's saying something.
So this year, my plan is to settle back with fattening food and soak up the
rays. Pretty soon, I'll start day dreaming about something fun. Tentative plot:
a hot baseball player and I are going to expose that the opposing team is made
up of mesmerizing aliens who are slowly dumbing the world into unconsciousness
so they can eat us. The good news? We'll defeat them after a few exciting bouts
of hot sexy mishaps!
The really good news is that I may not have to endure a ballpark this year. My
in-laws will be joining us, so I think it'll be the men at the game while the
A. Mani/pedi. There's nothing like gabbing in a nail salon.
B. Read on the beach.
C. Spa day! Hello facial!
D. SHOP! (Need I say more?)
Answer: All of the above! Or...one of the above, I just don't know which. My
mother-in-law is really relaxed. We've done all of those things at one time or
another. It's really a whatever works kind of thing. Personally, I'm hoping for
beach time though there isn't a beach in Lakeland. By the pool works just fine.
And finally, guess what book I'm hoping you all are grabbing to read on your
spring break? My alter-ego Kathy Lyons has a new book out this month. Learn more
MAKEOVER MISTAKE here.
Now it's your turn. And what do you do to please your husband even though it
might not be your cup of tea? (It might even bore you into elaborate alien
About THE MAKEOVER MISTAKE
In Vegas, nothing is what it seems...
After losing a bet, successful publisher Michael Chang is "pretending" to play
the piano in a Vegas lounge in order to spy on his less-than-trustworthy
employee. His espionage is quickly derailed after meeting Thea Danelle, an
editor who's been wronged by Michael's company. She's smart and
unpredictable…and clearly hiding a naughty side that tempts Michael to distraction.
Thea has gone from frumpy librarian to the young, wild thing she used to be--all
thanks to the promise of sensuous delight in the piano player's eyes. And
frankly, after losing yet another author to the competition, Thea is ready to
forget her professional problems and explore those sexy promises thoroughly.
With Michael, she can finally be herself...until the moment Thea learns who he
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