Here’s what you missed at lunch today:

Bess: One of my reps sent me a Sam Cooke book.

Jenn: Funny, it sounds like you’re saying “Sam Cookbook.”

Jenn: Holy shit, “Sam CookeBook..” Why didn’t his marketing people THINK of that, before he got shot?!

Bess: By a stripper!

Jenn: Think of it, that’s the best idea of all time.

Bess: A whole book of Sam Cooke-themed recipes!

The best thing about Bess ( “the BESST THING”) is that we will convince ourselves that every idea is the greatest thing to ever exist.  We continued to flesh out recipes…Like…

Everybody Loves to Cha Cha Cha= “Everybody Loves to Cha-Cha-Chalupas.”

You Send Me = “You Blend Me Smoothie”

Win Your Love for Me = “Win Your Loaf for Me Meatloaf”

For Sentimental Reasons = “For Sentimental Peas’N Carrots”

A Change is Gonna Come = “A Change is Gonna Crumb Cake“

Can I copyright a blog entry? This will obviously never come to fruition, but if I see The Sam CookeBook at a god forsaken Barnes & Noble I will HUNT THEM DOWN.

Our whole basis for writing the book was so that Bess could sell it in her future bookstore, B’s Knees Books. See, whenever we talk about our ideal lives, it’s this scenario: Bess owns a little bookstore on Mass Ave, and I’m a freelance writer who just hangs out at her shop and drinks copious amounts of wine and coffee.  Roaming around the store is Louisa May Alcott, Bess’s Newfoundland:

Obviously, in this fantasy of our awesome lives, I have a dog too.  I have a french bulldog named Rue McClanahan:

Naturally, Louisa May Alcott and Rue McClanahan are best of friends, and romp around the bookstore as their owners have outlandishly lucrative careers.

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I have a feeling this entry is only going to make sense to the four of us.