There was a little Neti potIts spout was cold as iceThey promised it would heal my worldBut all I found was viceI gathered up my courageI swore I wouldn't flipBut all I found was evilAs my nose began to drip
Promotion for the Girls' Ghost Hunting Guide is kicking into full gear, I have a meeting next week to bandy ideas about with Sourcebooks. My husband is ready to market the heck out of the chicken ghost on the Today Show though I'm trying to talk him out of sewing a rooster waddle onto a ski mask and frightening children in the crowd. We're planning on hitting the plaza in late May/early June so stay tuned for us being drug away by New York's finest on camera.
Remember the Ghost in a Jar auction on eBay years ago? It launched a thousand tiny cottage industries with t-shirts and spin-offs. How does something so silly get so out of hand? Genius, my friend. I wish I had thought of it. Maybe Bryan's onto something?