So we had a party here at the house for my niece and her softball team. Fifty something people here, and I didn't know very many of them. Or any of them. :razz: But apparently my brother had been bragging about me, and I'm standing in front of the food table loading my plate up with way too much food, when one of the guys comes up to me. "Heard you wrote Fifty Shades," he said.
"Yeah." I laughed. "And now I'm writing Fifty-One Shades."
"Wow," he said. "So cool."
I stared at him but I quickly realized he wasn't kidding. He actually thought I wrote Fifty Shades! "Um," I said. "I didn't really write that book."
"Too bad," he said. "Heard that chick's loaded."