Writing Wrongs

July 11, 2007

A chocolate camera. A free class. A big fat U2 coffee table book. All yesterday. All the day before my birthday.

Sweet.

Yesterday, the teacher from the writing class Iím taking contacted me to ask a question: would I like to take the advanced course--for free? Would I Ö what? She has one to two spots available, for her best students, in terms of talent and writing ability. And she picked me.

I know. Iím still a little wowed about all that. She said some really nice things about MacKennaís story (and she knows itís still a work in progress), about how itís an important story, timely, and marketable (could it be? For once Iím not writing something OBE?). So, I. Was. Psyched.

Then, since Bob is out of town, he gave me my birthday early. He told me it was chocolate, but I had to guess what kind of chocolate. I said, ďChocolate camera,Ē since I wanted a new digital camera. A look of total chagrin crossed his face, mainly because thatís what he bought. Itís a chocolate colored digital camera. Methinks he wasnít expecting me to guess so easily.

And in the mail, The Big Fat U2 Book, from my sister. Itís one of those books you want, but feel kind of silly buying for yourself. The thing weighs a ton.

Then, I read this morning, that Merriam-Webster is adding ginormous to the list of words they define. I. Was. Psyched. Someday, I hope to see them add jock-tacular.

And if that wasnít enough, I also learned this morning, from my kids, that Iím 102 and I smell like a monkey.

Man, it doesnít get any better than this.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 11:42 a.m.

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