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April 2011

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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

contact

If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



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of mice & men

We had a guest in our hotel room last night. We were laying on our beds. Becky was doing something with her laptop, while I was watching something about Bette Midler on the Biography channel. Becky suddenly lifted her head and said, "What's that?"

"Bette Midler," I replied.

"No. Something ran by the baseboards," she said. "I think it was a mouse."

And it was. I opened the door while she rattled the armoire and, sure enough, a mouse ran out from hiding. But, of course, he ran in the opposite direction of the door and hid somewhere behind my bed. While he ran, we shrieked and jumped up on whatever furniture was nearest to us. I'm not proud of my reaction, but a long time ago I stepped on a rat. It wasn't a pleasant experience, and I've done my best to avoid rodents ever since. We called the front desk and some dude came up and searched the room for the mouse. The mouse was nowhere to be found, of course. We tried to change rooms, but the only other rooms available faced Bourbon Street and were noisier than those horrendous children that I had to listen to all last night. Everything we own has been been placed over furniture, or is now hanging, much like objects in a painting by Salvador Dali, safe from future curious rodents. We haven't seen any since, so hopefully we are, too.

Last night we met Marika's Dash, who is a spunky, sweet little dog. We also went to Cafe du Monde, took lots of pictures, which I'm sure Becky will post soon, and listened to a water glass performance. "Glassical music!"

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