Major Chance For Jackassery

I woke up this morning another year older. Yes, 32 years ago today my mother gave birth to me and was likely vowing that my father would never touch her again (I was two weeks late, in July, in Michigan - the humidity alone would have killed a lesser woman). Who knew that this mild-mannered nurse and her equally mild-mannered husband would become the parents of the Queen Librarian Of The Universe? To this day I still don't think they appreciate the significance, and both of my sisters still fail to bow and gape in awe at my presence. Seriously, I am so unappreciated. I'd whip my tiara out more often, but I'm just too humble and modest for such behavior.

In more important news (definitely more important than me getting old!) is that I leave for RWA in Dallas tomorrow. Kristie and I will be the first to hook up, with Jane and Sybil arriving later. My grand plan for RWA is to take Kristie everywhere with me (because everybody loves Kristie) and to not make a complete ass-hat out of my myself. I know it might seem shocking to you all, me being so incredibly suave and all, but even I am not immune to rabid fan-girl behavior. I know, I know. Here I sit in my Ivory Queen Librarian Of The Universe Tower shaking my head at J.R. Ward fangirls, Suzanne Brockmann fangirls, Jennifer Crusie fangirls, Laura Kinsale fangirls (you get the idea) and there is a very good chance I will descend into a whimpering puddle of fangirl-ish squealing at the Literacy Signing on Wednesday night.

Emma Holly will be there. Yes, the Emma Holly. I'll be lucky if I can manage any words over two syllables. Those two college degrees I have will immediately go flying right out of my head and I'll start talking like some slack-jawed yokel whose family has been swimming in the same shallow gene pool for six generations. Actually what's more likely to happen is I'll stand there looking like a dumb-ass and will probably say two words to the poor woman.

As far as blogging goes, I'm making no promises. I hope to post, but with a full schedule, and me likely to be Dead Woman Walking by Wednesday evening - well chances aren't so good. But for you all, I'll try. Hey, one way or another a full report will be forthcoming upon my return home.

Until next week...



Oh please, you so knew I was going there.