Do you own any pets, Maggie?
I have…animal companions. I think they own me. An anole lizard named Godzilla, but he prefers to be called God. He’s a real smug little guy. And I have a Doberman, named Doomsday. She’s sweet, a little dumb, but sweet.
They talk. I know that sounds crazy, but they do. They don’t talk to everyone, just to me. At least I’m the only one who understands them.:
If I came to your home and looked in your refrigerator, what would I find?
Olives. Lots of olives. And Lean Cuisine frozen meals. I practically live on the things.
Name one thing that drives you crazy.
My aunts. Does that count as one thing, even though there are three of them? Aunt Susan is bossy, Aunt Loretta is an aging sexpot, and Aunt Leslie is a pot head… although at the moment, she’s a reforming pot head. They all excel at meddling.
If you could eliminate one thing from your daily schedule, what would it be and why?
Going to the hospital. I hate seeing my little niece, Katie, lying there in that hospital room every day. I just want her to wake up and get better.
If you had to describe yourself using three words, they would be…
Oh, that’s a tough one. I’m loyal, a screw-up, and a contract killer…that’s more than three words, but I never was any good at following instructions.
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Excerpt: FURTHER CONFESSIONS OF A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC HITWOMAN
You just know it’s going to be a bad day when you’re stuck at a red light and Doomsday is breathing down your neck.
In this particular instance Doomsday happens to be a seventy-pound Doberman pinscher. Instead of having the voice of doom, she sounds an awful lot like an air-headed, bimbo-y blonde. “Way that! Way that!”
Did I mention that Doomsday has really lousy grammar?
“Not that way,” Severus Snape drawled from the front passenger seat. Okay, not really Snape, but God … zilla, a talking brown anole lizard with an attitude to match his namesake.
Have you followed all this so far? The superior talking lizard is in the front passenger seat, the breathy Doberman is in the back, and I, Maggie Lee, am in the driver’s seat, even though it doesn’t feel as though I’m in control of this wild ride we’re on.
I know this whole thing sounds crazy. I know animals can’t talk, but ever since I was in a terrible car accident a month ago, I can understand them. Of course I haven’t mentioned this little side effect to anyone, because I’m afraid they’ll lock up my crazy ass in the nuthouse (hell, with my luck, they’d probably make me room with my mom, who’s a long-term resident), and I’ve just got too much to do to let that happen.
Which brings me to why God and Doomsday were arguing about which direction we were headed. I needed to kill someone at a wedding.
It’s a toss-up which I hate more: killing people or weddings.
Unfortunately, I’m getting pretty good at both.
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