What does this have to do with reading, romance novels, and/or Romance Bloglandia? Well, nothing other than the fact that Wendy lied and is talking baseball again.
Oh, and the roof could blow off Phyl's house tomorrow, the living room furniture could spontaneously combust and a pack of Fabio wannabes could be discovered living in her attic, and she won't notice or give a damn about any of it.
(And because this game is the talk of well...just about everywhere right now, it's probably doomed to be jinxed all to Hell. But I hope it isn't. Because dang, on paper this is so freakin' awesome.)