Dear Reader,
I'm almost done with You Are My Favorite Bad
Idea! I have exactly a week until I fly home to Australia for Christmas. And there is laundry and packing and present wrapping and... and... and... *hyperventilates at she thinks of all the things left to do*
Ahem, basically if life is a train I feel like a cartoon animal holding onto a rope as she dangles off
the back. Or maybe tied to the roof like extra luggage? Or perhaps bent in a triangle and strapped to the front like one of those old fashioned cowcatchers?
Did you know a cowcatcher was what they called those big pointy metal device mounted at the front of a locomotive? They're used to deflect obstacles on the track
that might otherwise damage or derail the train.
(And why, yes, I did find that information at the bottom of a wikipedia bunnyhole while researching this book. Let me explain: book set in NYC => NYC real estate research => history of said NYC real estate owned by railroad barons => hmm, how did railroad barons
make their money? => history of railways in US => build of old fashioned trains => they called that pointy thing at the front a cowcatcher? That's a visual! => YouTube videos no one should ever see. Trust me!)
