This was waiting for me on the island today when I got home from taking the kids to swimming lessons. I actually ripped the envelope open without even looking inside, because I honestly thought it was just another book sent to me to review.
Except it wasn’t.
So when I actually stopped talking to Mike and looked at what I held in my hands, I let out a shriek to wake the dead.
And after Mike exclaimed”what?? WHAT!?” I showed him and then HE yelled “Oh my god” and I said “I know!” and then he said “lemme see lemme see.” and I told him to back off and get his own magazine.
And then we looked for where my illustrious name was.
And it was here….mixed in with these people who write. I keep thinking maybe one day they are going to realize that I don’t know what I am talking about half the time and that when I am screaming internally -oh hell, I fully admit to the external screaming when the kids aren’t home- over my bi-monthly deadline I sure don’t feel like a writer.
…and then it was here as well on the main page of the article.Which was the thrill part of the whole experience.
And there it is. It was retired to the buffet with my other important papers after being touched and oohed and aaahhd over, and perhaps I might have even put my nose to it to see what my name smells like in print. Which I can attest is the same smell as any new shiny magazine.