Fifty Shades of Boredom...

So, here I am...approaching a month of being back home here in Birmingham, approaching yet another month in a hotel, and it has been a slow moving month, too.  I keep making phone calls, leaving messages, sending e-mails...you know, playing the whole, 'hurry up and wait' game. It is hard to feel accomplished when you feel like the hamster on the wheel: running as fast and as hard as your legs will take you...all to find out that you're not moving the least little bit.

Well, I had one of those conversations with a friend this afternoon that had me laughing SO hard and gasping for air....and my stomach was hurting from laughing so much, yet I still couldn't stop.

The subject of the cackle fest, you ask? E.L. James' Fifty Shades of Grey.  For MONTHS pretty much every girl I know has told me I have to read this book. I haven't had any desire to read this book, really.  I am no prude, but at the same time, the subject matter just did not strike me as something I needed to read ASAP.

Well, I decided to see what all of the fuss was about. And so far? Totally NOT impressed. Seriously. I have tried several times to read this thing, and it has put me to sleep every time. EVERY. TIME.

So, I was talking to my friend, Wendy, and was saying, "Okay, I have tried to get into Twilight, and I cannot stand it. Bella Swan is everything that is wrong with a woman. She sets the women's movement back at least 50 years. I tried getting into Harry Potter and I just didn't get into that, either. Now, we can add this Fifty Shades of vomit crap to the list. Apparently there is something wrong with me."

Wendy just matter-of-factly added, "No, you just have zero tolerance for crap literature!" *insert laughter on both sides of the phone.*

I then shared an excerpt from the book with her.  Wendy's response? "No. Uh uh. I think I just lost IQ points. Oh. My. Ugh."

Well, the real laughter started when Wendy was going through the teller drive through at her bank. Apparently our conversation of the subject matter of this book was picked up on the microphone, and the teller could hear and SHE got tickled, too!

Wendy and I were dying. I tell you, if it wasn't for my seat belt on my wheelchair, I would have fallen out of my chair. Bedford was getting a kick out of this, too, because the harder I laughed, the faster and harder his tail wagged! So. Funny.

So, today, in the midst of the storm, I am thankful for friends and belly laughs...Thank you, Ms. James. I needed that laughter today.

Seriously, ladies, what is it about this book that you all love so much? What am I missing?