Welcome to Soap Opera Sunday! I struggled all week trying to figure out which soapy story to tell you this week and I decided that this one was very fitting and very funny. It is one of many dates from hell that I had over the years, but it's one that stands out.

It was one of the summers I was "between" rounds with my boyfriend of two years (it happened both summers during our relationship). This particular summer I'd had enough of him and wanted to date other people, so I did, and it lead to some of the STRANGEST dates I'd ever had. Actually, part of the reason I went back to the lame boyfriend was because the summer was filled with so many odd guys that they made even the jerk-hole I was dating seem like a prince.

This particular date from hell actually stemmed from another date from hell who's story I will tell eventually, but not now. Let's just say that the first date from hell was trying to convince me to do something I didn't want to do so he had his friend, who I'd never met, call me and try to talk me into it. The friend's name was Chris and over the phone, we actually hit it off rather well. Not exactly what date from hell #1 was hoping for, but what can you do? I am just that charming (wink)

We talked a few times and finally decided we should go out. He lived a few hours away so he drove down to Provo where I was living so we could go out. He wanted to go to a restaurant in Salt Lake that had been recommended to him and then go drive go-carts. Sounded like fun to me!

Well, the evening started off a little strangely. I got a call from him about 30 minutes before he was supposed to pick me up and he told me that he didn't feel like driving because his car was dirty and asked me if I could drive. Now, it seemed a little odd that he didn't just CLEAN HIS CAR, but I'm sort of a pushover so I just said I'd drive.

I pulled into the apartment complex where he was staying and he was sitting on the stairs. Let's just say that he had not really described himself accurately. He was totally bald, short, scrawny and kind of weird looking. "Ah crap." I thought to myself. "What did I just get myself into?"

We drove to Salt Lake, conversing well enough. He seemed a little . . . odd, but nothing scary or super weird.

We got to the restaurant, about 45 minutes away. It was a cute little Cajun place I'd never heard of and it had tons of personality and the food looked delicious. The only weird thing was the seating arrangement where we had been seated. They had basically put one looooong booth seat against one wall and lined tables along it. Very.close.togther.tables. It sort of felt like you were sharing a table with the party next to you. You could practically read the menus of the tables next to you.

As we sat down the conversation turned more and more strange. He started talking about his sexual escapades (keep in mind that I was and remain a very conservative, Mormon girl.) and other strange things like his days of doing drugs and what he had done whilst stoned out of his mind. Keep in mind that on either side of us were tables filled with perfect strangers. Who could absolutely hear everything we were saying.

That was strike one.

At this point our sodas arrived and he said "wanna see something cool!?" In my head I'm thinking "anything to get you to shut up about your sex life, pal." So naturally I said "sure!"

"I can make my straw ejaculate."

I nearly spit out my soda. In Utah, I'm not sure it's legal to say that word out loud. EVER.

Then he started . . . vigorously pumping his straw in and out of his soda. I'm sure at this point my eyes were bugging out of my head and I was purple with embarrassment. Then, sure enough, soda exploded out of the top of the straw and he laughed, applauded at how clever he was and said "I told you I could make my straw ejaculate!"

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

Strike.FREAKING.TWO. And three, four, five and six.

At this point I excused myself to go to the restroom. I locked myself in the stall and I called my best friend, Julia.

"Jewels, you have GOT TO SAVE ME OH MY GOSH THIS GUY IS SO WEIRD." I was SO grateful I had driven and had the power to get myself the heck out of there. We devised a plan that if he did anything else stupid, I would send her a text message and then Jewels would send me a text message that her fiance had just broken up with her and she was devastated. Then I would promptly drive him home and never speak to him again.

I should have had her do it immediately, but hey, free food right?!

As soon as our meal came (so worth it, seriously it was the best Jumbalaya I've ever tasted) Chris said "Excuse me for a second, I need to go make a gold deposit in the urinal and then flush it down."

People, I am not kidding you. That is WORD for WORD exactly what he said. I was MORTIFIED. I am sure, to this day, that the people around us were judging ME for every word this freak show said.

As soon as he was out of site I sent a text message to Jewels to implement the plan and set my phone on the table on vibrate. About the time he came back my phone vibrated.

"Kate I need you. Cody just called off the wedding. I know you're on a date but can you please please please come be with me? Everyone else is out of town and I shouldn't be alone"

She is a genius folks.

Naturally I HAD to be with my friend at a time like this! I showed Chris the message and told him we had to go RIGHT NOW. I frantically told stories of how crazy Julia got when she was dumped and how this was even worse because she was ENGAGED (none of it true of course. SO grateful he'd never met Julia!) I was driving like a freak show, as fast as I could to my devastated friend's side. I practically kicked him out of the car and raced over to Julia's where we laughed all night at how clever we were.

He tried to call me ten times that night and didn't stop calling for almost two months. The guy just WOULDN'T give up! Thank heavens for caller ID! Sadly, I don't think to this day he has any idea what he did wrong. Poor idiot.

Well, it's the final part of the saga. I'm glad to give you all an ending but I'm sad that I have to come up with something else for next week!

If you're just tuning in, you can find the rest of the story by reading my other blog entries

And now, the ending . . .

As I’m sure you’ve guessed, Laine and I didn’t speak to each other for a very long time. Things were not good between us. We shared the same friends but avoided each other completely. Luckily for me, she was avoiding me from thousands of miles away and I was having a blast my senior year in high school.

Well, eventually, after many long months, I got over it. We both did. I forgave Laine and she me. Eventually it was water under the bridge and we were friends again and laughing about the whole thing.

You sense a but right?

Yeah, there’s a but.

Wouldn’t you know, that about a year and a half or so later, on a quick weekend trip with our other girlfriends to California, that bastard Jason resurfaced, and wouldn’t you know, Laine called him up and arranged to go out on a date with him.

The rest of us were going to Knott’s Berry Farm and Laine decided, as seemed to be her younger year pattern, to choose the guy over the girls. So she stayed behind and went to dinner with him and was going to meet us at Knott’s later. I figured there was nothing I could do, so I didn’t argue.

Yet, she never showed up at the park. We all rolled our eyes and said things like “figures.” But we had a blast, laughing, going on rides and even meeting new boys. It was a great night and we felt sorry that Laine had missed it.

When we got back from the park I discovered Laine was not back yet and my suitcase had been rifled through and my FAVORITE OUTFIT was missing, I think something snapped. I had thought I was over it. I had thought I had forgiven her, but apparently, I hadn’t quite done that yet.

I stormed outside to go on a walk and cool off. I had thoughts of tracking her down and ripping my puffy blue vest off her betraying shoulders (ew, puffy vests right?!?!) and leaving her butt in California to walk home. I was pretty flaming mad.

Then I saw the thing that sent me over my delicate edge.

There was a foreign truck parked in front my grandparents house, with two people making out in it. And when they saw me, they ducked. Gee. Who could that possibly be?

There were many, many mean, horrible thoughts running through my head at that moment, but, as is my nature sometimes. I chose the awesomely passive aggressive route. I pretended I didn’t see and just kept walking, around the block and back to the house. I had a plan. An evil, vengeful plan.

Giggling with the other girls, I walked around the house and with an evil smile on my face, I locked every.single.door.

Those of you who know m myself or my grandparents know two things:

One, the door at Club Lynsky is NEVER, EVER locked.

Second, you know that this is probably the most aggressive I’ve ever been in a fight with someone. I don’t usually do stuff like that. I just don’t. I usually just take a few minutes, try to get over it and move on. Oh not this time. I was being malicious, and I liked it. It was almost 2 AM and I knew Laine wouldn't dare wake up anyone in the house to get in, so I knew she'd be stuck outside.

At whatever point Laine and Jason stopped sucking face, she tried to come back inside to go to bed. And there was no way in. She had to sleep in my grandparent’s camper in the driveway that night. I don’t know if there were blankets in there or not, but I imagined she was freezing, and I giggled evil-y the whole night through.

For the sake of a true soap opera, I wish the story could end there, that it started a cruel chain of events where eventually one of us steals the other’s husband or something, but it does have a happy ending.

I never really brought up that night. I think I acted like the door locking was an accident, that I had no idea. I did what I normally do, and I got over it. We drove back to Utah and carried on our lives. I’m fairly quick to forgive and don’t usually hold a grudge and in this case, I think getting my little piece of revenge made me feel SO much better, so I didn't feel the need to fight with her about it. Plus, I had realized that Jason was, in fact, a huge loser, and there were much better fish to be found in the sea. Plus, if she really wanted him, she could have him.

As life would have it, she thought he was a loser too at this point. We all moved on. I was back to being best friends with Laine in no time. She met a new guy and got engaged shortly after that, and life rolled on, leaving Jason in the dust. I think he married a girl named Daisy. I like to think she’s dumb as a brick. She has to be for marrying him, right?!

Looking back, I think that experience actually brought us closer together in the long run. She and I are both happily married, still close friends. And I am glad. My life was missing something those few months we weren’t speaking. I missed her and I’m glad we kissed and made up. You live, you learn, you grow up and you move on, right? But boy oh boy it sure makes a fantastic story. And Laine and I laugh about it all.the.time.

The.End.

Now, the mostest fun part! Other soapy stories for you to read!!

Brillig the Great(est!!)

Goofball

Kellyology

The Quiltmaker’s Gift

Canadian Flake

Soccer Mom in Denial

Thalia’s Child

A2EatWrite

Blonde Canary

MiniVan Diva

Summer's Nook

Temporary?Insanity

Fourier Analyst

Anno's Place

Are you playing Soap Opera Sunday too? If so, be sure you link back to me and Brillig and then let us know you’re playing (please do not assume that we already know!) and we’ll add your link to the list! For more info, read the post titled "Soap Opera Sunday: Play Along!"

Well, it's the final part of the saga. I'm glad to give you all an ending but I'm sad that I have to come up with something else for next week!

If you're just tuning in, you can find the rest of the story by reading my other blog entries

And now, the ending . . .

As I’m sure you’ve guessed, Laine and I didn’t speak to each other for a very long time. Things were not good between us. We shared the same friends but avoided each other completely. Luckily for me, she was avoiding me from thousands of miles away and I was having a blast my senior year in high school.

Well, eventually, after many long months, I got over it. We both did. I forgave Laine and she me. Eventually it was water under the bridge and we were friends again and laughing about the whole thing.

You sense a but right?

Yeah, there’s a but.

Wouldn’t you know, that about a year and a half or so later, on a quick weekend trip with our other girlfriends to California, that bastard Jason resurfaced, and wouldn’t you know, Laine called him up and arranged to go out on a date with him.

The rest of us were going to Knott’s Berry Farm and Laine decided, as seemed to be her younger year pattern, to choose the guy over the girls. So she stayed behind and went to dinner with him and was going to meet us at Knott’s later. I figured there was nothing I could do, so I didn’t argue.

Yet, she never showed up at the park. We all rolled our eyes and said things like “figures.” But we had a blast, laughing, going on rides and even meeting new boys. It was a great night and we felt sorry that Laine had missed it.

When we got back from the park I discovered Laine was not back yet and my suitcase had been rifled through and my FAVORITE OUTFIT was missing, I think something snapped. I had thought I was over it. I had thought I had forgiven her, but apparently, I hadn’t quite done that yet.

I stormed outside to go on a walk and cool off. I had thoughts of tracking her down and ripping my puffy blue vest off her betraying shoulders (ew, puffy vests right?!?!) and leaving her butt in California to walk home. I was pretty flaming mad.

Then I saw the thing that sent me over my delicate edge.

There was a foreign truck parked in front my grandparents house, with two people making out in it. And when they saw me, they ducked. Gee. Who could that possibly be?

There were many, many mean, horrible thoughts running through my head at that moment, but, as is my nature sometimes. I chose the awesomely passive aggressive route. I pretended I didn’t see and just kept walking, around the block and back to the house. I had a plan. An evil, vengeful plan.

Giggling with the other girls, I walked around the house and with an evil smile on my face, I locked every.single.door.

Those of you who know m myself or my grandparents know two things:

One, the door at Club Lynsky is NEVER, EVER locked.

Second, you know that this is probably the most aggressive I’ve ever been in a fight with someone. I don’t usually do stuff like that. I just don’t. I usually just take a few minutes, try to get over it and move on. Oh not this time. I was being malicious, and I liked it. It was almost 2 AM and I knew Laine wouldn't dare wake up anyone in the house to get in, so I knew she'd be stuck outside.

At whatever point Laine and Jason stopped sucking face, she tried to come back inside to go to bed. And there was no way in. She had to sleep in my grandparent’s camper in the driveway that night. I don’t know if there were blankets in there or not, but I imagined she was freezing, and I giggled evil-y the whole night through.

For the sake of a true soap opera, I wish the story could end there, that it started a cruel chain of events where eventually one of us steals the other’s husband or something, but it does have a happy ending.

I never really brought up that night. I think I acted like the door locking was an accident, that I had no idea. I did what I normally do, and I got over it. We drove back to Utah and carried on our lives. I’m fairly quick to forgive and don’t usually hold a grudge and in this case, I think getting my little piece of revenge made me feel SO much better, so I didn't feel the need to fight with her about it. Plus, I had realized that Jason was, in fact, a huge loser, and there were much better fish to be found in the sea. Plus, if she really wanted him, she could have him.

As life would have it, she thought he was a loser too at this point. We all moved on. I was back to being best friends with Laine in no time. She met a new guy and got engaged shortly after that, and life rolled on, leaving Jason in the dust. I think he married a girl named Daisy. I like to think she’s dumb as a brick. She has to be for marrying him, right?!

Looking back, I think that experience actually brought us closer together in the long run. She and I are both happily married, still close friends. And I am glad. My life was missing something those few months we weren’t speaking. I missed her and I’m glad we kissed and made up. You live, you learn, you grow up and you move on, right? But boy oh boy it sure makes a fantastic story. And Laine and I laugh about it all.the.time.

The.End.

Now, the mostest fun part! Other soapy stories for you to read!!

Brillig the Great(est!!)

Goofball

Kellyology

The Quiltmaker’s Gift

Canadian Flake

Soccer Mom in Denial

Thalia’s Child

A2EatWrite

Blonde Canary

MiniVan Diva

Summer's Nook

Temporary?Insanity

Fourier Analyst

Anno's Place

Are you playing Soap Opera Sunday too? If so, be sure you link back to me and Brillig and then let us know you’re playing (please do not assume that we already know!) and we’ll add your link to the list! For more info, read the post titled "Taking the Show on the Road."

Hi all! Here is "episode" three of Soap Opera Sunday: Summer of Love and Hate! If you are just tuning in and want to catch up, you can find episodes 1 and 2 in my two previous posts.

And now, the saga continues . . .

Looking back I can’t believe how stupid I was. I’m embarrassed right now just thinking about it. My feelings were so out there. I was obvious in my adoration. He knew how I felt and he reciprocated, as far as I understood it. Yet it was all an act.

I started to notice weird things . . . Jason would ask if he could talk to Laine alone, they'd go on walks together, things like that. I’d start to get jealous and ask questions, and they’d both tell me it was nothing, that they were actually talking about me. I had this gut feeling I was being lied to, but I felt stupid asking again and again, so I just took their word for it and stopped asking, assuming I was just being paranoid.

So, in the middle of our excursion to California, Laine and I went back to Utah for a few days before we were to turn around to come back and drive with my family to a rented beach house in Ensenada, Mexico for a week. Stupid idiot that I was, I invited both Laine AND Jason. Because apparently I was BLIND. Laine had readily accepted and Jason was going to try to take work off to join us.

Back in Utah, I was ecstatic about the new boy in my life. I told all of my friends how wonderful he was and how excited I was that things seemed to be working. He and I talked on the phone every day, talked about how we couldn’t wait to see each other again soon. We’d never kissed, but I thought that was a good thing. I thought we were going slow and getting to know each other, and I was very excited.

As it turned out, Laine was telling the same stories I was . . . only hers involved making out with Jason behind my back, also talking to him on the phone but using the words “I love you” and other such things. My Mom actually caught her saying that to him on the phone one night and confronted her, but Laine blew it off and said they were just friends. I don’t know if my Mom bought it or not, but she didn’t say anything to me at the time. I think our other friends felt caught in the middle. Laine and her family were living far away during the time and we were all so happy to have her back with us, I don’t think they wanted to rock the boat. And I honestly don’t blame them. I am not really a "boat rocker" so I totally get it.

Now, I should mention that both Laine and I had met, hung out with and made out with other boys while on our California trip. I realize it was fickle and slighty stupid of me, claiming to like Jason as much as I did and running off to make out with other guys. I acknowledge my hypocrisy whole heartedly, however, I hadn’t kissed Jason and I definitely hadn’t told him I loved him.

Jason, unfortunately (haha, hindsight is 20/20 right?) was unable to come with us to Mexico, so Laine and I went together. We had a total blast. We swam with dolphins (seriously! Wild ones!) we sunbathed, went on adventures down the Baja coast, and mostly, we talked about our fun summer adventures, about the boys we had met and we talked a lot about Jason.

I remember one particular sunset walk with her on the beach talking about Jason and how great I thought he was. I don't remember everything we talked about, but I have some vague memories of her saying something about how summer, long distance romances never work . . . but never ever did she break down and tell me that something was going on between them. Never ever did she try to let me down or try to save my feelings or stop me from humiliating myself further.

Now, here is where the story turns sort of hazy for me. I know we came back from Mexico, spent some more time with Jason (and the other boys, fickle teenagers we were!), then went back to Utah, where Laine was going to spend a few more days with my family and our friends and then fly back to Texas to start her senior year of high school.

I know somewhere back in Utah I figured it all out (or was told. Honestly, I don't remember). I do remember even ten years later, the feeling like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. This was supposedly my best friend and, according to my sixteen year old brain, the boy of my dreams. The boy who had asked me when we could finally be alone while making out with my supposed best friend, the friend who I’d invited into my family’s home . . . on our family vacation . . . to spend the whole summer reaping the benefits of my life and the advantages my family brought. And I'd loved having her there. It had been the best summer of my life. Until that horrible moment. I can't recall a moment in my life where I’ve never felt so betrayed or hurt.

The hurt that I felt it truly wasn't due to the fact that she and Jason liked each other. That fact I could live with. Heck, all the boys preferred Laine, I wouldn't have been one bit surprised. It would have stung a bit and hurt my ego, but I would have dealt with it and moved on. What I couldn't deal with being lied to so much.

I couldn't deal with how much of an idiot I must have looked like, practically throwing myself at this guy who was only acting like he liked me in return in order to salvage a few more minutes with my best friend. I felt used. I felt like my joyful, amazing summer had just been ripped away from me.

I decided never to speak with Jason again, but I waited to confront Laine. I didn’t want to make a scene. I didn’t want to ruin her visit for anyone else. I wanted it to be as painless as possible.

So I waited until I was driving her to the airport for her flight back to her home.

Again, the memories are a little hazy but I do have some vivid ones. I remember wanting to open the door of the car and shove her out. I remember hot tears streaming down my cheeks and I remember my voice shaking with anger and hurt as I told her to look me in the eye and tell me the truth. To tell me why she had spent the whole summer taking advantage of me and lying to me at the same time. I honestly don’t even remember what she said back. I don’t even want to venture a guess at what she said because I’m afraid my memory will betray me.

I know I confronted her about lying to me while bragging to our friends. I confronted her about lying to my Mom. Confronted her about the night I thought I saw them kissing and her lying to me about that. I brought up the fact that she’d had a million chances to do the right thing, to tell me the truth and to deal with whatever consequences might face her and I think I told her how I felt she took the cowards way out, that she just lied to save her own butt and be able to gloat that in the end, she got the guy and I didn’t. And I felt she was reveling in how good she’d been at tricking me, at how stupid I had been. It was all going on right under my nose and she’d gotten away with it. And I thought she was proud of herself and at that moment, whether or not I was correct in her gloating, I hated her for it.

I have so many bad memories of that day. I remember both of us yelling and me crying as we pulled into the airport. I remember stopping at the curb and Laine getting out, telling me to have a nice life and slamming the door, like it had all been my fault.

But most of all, I remember sobbing hysterically all the way home. Not because I’d lost the guy, not really even because I’d been lied to and made to look a fool. I sobbed because I had lost my best friend over a stupid guy.

Whew, this one was the toughest part of the story and I'm glad it's over. Next week gets a little more lighthearted as I finish up the story and reveal my true inner "beotch!" (It wouldn't be a true soap opera without a little revenge, right?! Hahaha.)
Now, for my FAVORITE part of Soap Opera Sunday, the list of other participants! We've got some new players and some GREAT stories this week so be sure to check them all out!!

First and foremost, of course, my partner in SOS crime and BFF, Brillig

Temporary?Insanity

The Quiltmaker's Gift

Fourier Analyst

Summer's Nook

Magically Mama

Musings from a Muse

VirtualSprite

Novembrance

MiniVan Diva

a2eatwrite

Canadian Flake

Goofball's World

Keep checking both of our blogs for updated lists because we usually add two or three as Sunday and Monday get rolling.

If you want to play, we'd LOVE to have you, so make sure to send us (Brillig and I) your permalink and make sure to link back to us so people can find the whole soapy list! If you want a complete list of rules, please check here.

Once again, it's my bad that we don't have a button yet. My "talent" went and got herself checked into the hospital so . . . she's a jerk and I have to wait until she's healthy! JK. I'm hoping she gets better very soon. But until then we don't have a button. Sad.

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This is installment #2 of my favorite high school soap opera, so if you need to catch up and read #1, it's located in my last post or in the archives of my personal blog.

And now, the saga continues . . .

Laine had never been with me to my grandparents house. It is my happy place, my paradise. They have a large diving pool, an in ground hot tub and gorgeous landscaping in the large backyard. My grandmother is an interior designer and the house is decorated to perfection. Hermie, their full time housekeeper is and excellent cook and we had amazing meals every day. My favorite room is the guest bedroom, which is all pink and white with the two most comfortable twin sized beds in history. Sleeping in there is like waking up in a pink, lacy dream. From the first day Laine arrived we knew we were in for the summer of our lives. Gorgeous, sunny Southern California, a long list of boys to meet (thanks to my lifelong friend Sheila who lived close by and also EFY the week before.), definite plans to go sailing with Jason, and a beautiful, calm place to stay.

Now, I should probably tell you a little bit about Laine.

Laine was always the gorgeous friend. With her thick dark hair, gorgeous huge green eyes and high cheekbones, she had won some modeling competitions and seemed to have a large flock of male followers wherever she went. We had a joke in our group of friends that whenever we met a group of guys, we always introduced Laine as “the taken one” even if she wasn’t, because if we didn’t, pretty soon most of the guys were fighting over Laine. Now, looking back, I realize this was a bit of an over exaggeration. We all had our fair share of male suitors. Laine just always seemed to have one or more on the verge of obsession, and whenever one was shooed away or took off, another was never far behind. There had also been several instances of stolen boyfriends. So basically, Laine was perfect and gorgeous and she was spending the summer with me and my perfect boy. Does anyone else feel impending DOOM? No? Well, if so you are smarter than I, because I didn’t. Stupid, stupid Kate.

We were having the time of our lives. My grandmother had pretty much given us unlimited use of her sweet car (Volvo station wagon baby! But it was new, leather and had a sunroof! Woot!). I was sixteen, Laine was seventeen, we were hot and we knew it. That’s all we needed. We drove back and forth between Seal Beach and Huntington Beach over and over. We spent endless hours walking both town’s main streets.

Now, not to forget Jason, the dark haired, green eyed soccer playing god from EFY. I had his number and we had plans to get together in a week or so.

As luck would have it, on Laine’s third day in California, we were driving down Seal Beach Main Street and driving in the opposite direction was Jason. He and his family were working on the sailboat that day and had to stop at the hardware store. Our timing was perfect. We parked and I ran excitedly into the hardware store and Jason and I hugged. I introduced him to Laine and we all decided to get together for dinner that night. Now, I was too giddy with lurve and idiotically naïve to realize that this meeting was the beginning of a very bizarre situation.

From that day on, Jason, Laine and I did something together almost every day. There were other meetings with other hot boys mixed between (other stories for other days) but Jason really consumed most of our time. We met his family, met his best friend (intended as a set up for Laine), went on sailing excursions, went and toured his office, went out to dinner again and again and again. I sat in the front seat with him when he drove. We sat next to each other at dinner. He asked me when we could be alone, we hugged and snuggled and did things like that . . . I was gaga for the guy, and from every indication, he felt the same way.

BUT.

I was totally oblivious to what was going on around me.

He had fallen in love with Laine, and she with him. And, as I was the vehicle and enabler keeping them together, they had no intention of ever telling me. So letting me believe he was gaga for me too was the best way to keep them together.

Now, the fun part of Soap Opera Sunday! Other people's soapy stories!!

Here is the list of our participants for the week:

Goofballsworld

Fourier Analyst

The Quiltmakers Gift

Soccer Mom in Denial

Summershine

Temporary? Insanity

Emma Sometimes

Brillig the Great

A2EatWrite

Canadian Flake

Anno's Place

Novembrance

Their links are located on mine or Brillig's personal blogs, so go check them out!

If you’re participating , PLEASE remember to link your post back to me and my fellow conspirator Brillig so that your readers can find the whole soapy list! Rules are in my first blog post if you wanna play too!!