I Should Have Stayed In Bed
Um, so get this:
Three weeks ago I, Rachel Bond, inherited a bed-and-breakfast. In Alaska. Just this morning I was in my warm bed in LA but now here I am, up north — and this is way north, like nosebleed north — sorting it all out. So . . .
1: Bears and wolves and moose and whatever else can't be any worse than LA guys.
2:You know how people talk about "starving artists?" I'm gonna faint. So it's probably time for a change.
3: My good friend Kellan — you'll like him, unlike moi he's calm and cool under pressure — suddenly has this animalistic sexiness I've never even seen before.
4: Give me a minute. I think the "Cons" are going to be a lot easier.
1: ALASKA. Did I already mention this? Which means:
a. Snow — lots
b. Cold — very
c. Coffee shops, movie theaters, or what I like to think of as "culture"— not a chance
2: I can't even manage my checkbook — so a B&B is probably going to be a disaster.
3: The house chef can't cook, and the guide can't read a map.
4: Kellan's sudden hotness is getting very hard to ignore.
5: I just got hit by lightning.
And I'm not sure if this is a pro or a con just yet, but since that lightning bolt, I can see through everything. As in completely transparent. That was before things started to get really weird . . .