It is possible that greater events have occurred, but for the way I’m carrying on in my head about this, it doesn’t seem likely. When the lovely Bethany of I Love Them the Most When They’re Sleeping asked Stephanie of Binkies and Briefcases and me to co-host a book signing of the new book we’re all featured in, I Just Want to Pee Alone, the heart palpatations started and haven’t stopped.
When I die, my obituary will read:
“Meredith was a wife, mother, learned to text by the tender age of 33 and once co-hosted a book signing.”
WHAT IS HAPPENING?
What in the world would I do at a book signing? Will there be people there? Will I have to talk to them? Will I have to talk out loud to them? More importantly, do I need to take a pen?
What should I wear? Is this finally the occasion I whip out that prom dress I’ve been saving and have never been able to force myself to throw out? Yes, yes, I think it is. Bring on the pink princess chiffon skirt.
Obviously, I called my sister and and pulled the whole “You know how we are related by blood so you just have do some things for me whether you want to or not?” card and am making the dear girl come with me. I could play it off as I am too chicken crap to drive into the city alone, but Bethany reassures me that it’s not actually in the city, so yeah…I’m just flat-out being a baby. Sorry, my sister. Wawa coffee on the way home totally my treat?
When is this epic event going down? Thursday, April 18th at Indigo Schuy Activewear in Chestnut Hill, PA from 7-9pm. Unfortunately, this is bad news for you, dear readers, as it is very likely I will blather on about this endlessly for the next two weeks. To make matters worse, Bethany and Stephanie are both very hip chicks, and I am over the moon to hang out with them. This only serves to increase my nervous anticipation for the night, which probably means I will end up talking about it even more. This is another instance in which my husband is gladly accepting sympathy cards.
Also brace yourself for a possibly over-inflated ego. The other day, a local number I didn’t recognize called, and I instantly realized that the newspapers had finally got wind that a world-renowned author was living in their midst. I began plotting how I would answer their questions, humbly explaining my meteoric rise to fame.
As it turns out, it was the pharmacy calling to remind me that a presciption needed to be picked up.
Whatever. Screw the newspapers, who needs them? I’ve got a book-signing to go to.
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