In which Flinch learns that there are those who only become more terrifying once you realize they’re just blowing smoke…


In which Flinch not only wishes Dorothy Bornemann a happy Mothers’ day, he also tells fibs, talks to strangers, and doesn’t even make his bed.
Just a heads up that Flinch is showing little inclination to return from his sunny beach getaway while I’m busy incorporating conference and reader comments into the PP manuscript. It may take a week or two more for immigration to uncover his status and send him back to us. Until then!
Seeing as how I was involved in some exciting writerly activities this last weekend with an eye to promoting Practical Phrendonics to potential agents, Flinch graciously agreed to permit me a weekend off this week. While he expects to be back next weekend, I have yet to break the news to him that the Holidays are fast approaching, and that his appearances may be a tad sporadic for awhile. Regardless, I’m sure he’ll join with me in wishing everyone the best Holiday Season possible!