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My First eBook on Amazon!

My first eBook is now for sale or for borrowing on Amazon Just click on that link it will take you to the site.

It's called, 'It's Like This, What REALLY Happens After You Say I Do'

Especially if you have children.

And I do. And so do most of you, so I hope that you can relate to each vignette, and if you can't then I hope it makes you laugh. Because life is too darn short to spend all your time crying. I know, because I learned that the hard way. You go through an enormous amount of tissues and your nose gets all red and really, who needs that?

So please, go to my book site, buy it and have a laugh at my expense. Do it for the children. Or the puppies. Or to fight global warming and take your mind off the colossal failure of the Obamacare website. Any and all reasons are valid.

And if you like what you read, please leave a review on on the site. If you don't like what you read, then tell me why and I'll come over and sing Soft Kitty to you.

Thanks!!

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  1. Way to go!!! What took so long? lol. Although I noticed you have a part 2 out there as well, coolness. I have an ebook out too, and it's supposed to be available through Amazon, but I don't see it. It's just at Smashwords site. Anyway - looks great! ;)

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