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 I’m taking contacted me to ask a question: would I like to take the advanced course--for free? Would I … 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. I’m still a little wowed about all that. She said some really nice things about MacKenna’s story (and she knows it’s still a work in progress), about how it’s an important story, timely, and marketable (could it be? For once I’m 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, “Chocolate camera,” since I wanted a new digital camera. A look of total chagrin crossed his face, mainly because that’s what he bought. It’s a chocolate colored digital camera. Methinks he wasn’t expecting me to guess so easily.

And in the mail, The Big Fat U2 Book, from my sister. It’s 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 wasn’t enough, I also learned this morning, from my kids, that I’m 102 and I smell like a monkey.

Man, it doesn’t get any better than this.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 11:42 a.m.

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