I can't believe it. Tomorrow, it'll be exactly two months until BAD TASTE IN BOYS is on the shelves. And I am not ready. I also have a jungle growing in my yard (which is very different from a jungle groin in my yard--and that's honestly what I typed the first time). I've got folded laundry occupying the entire floor of my living room. I have the most awesome zombie wallet in the world, which was one of my Mother's Day gifts, and I haven't put anything in it yet.
Doesn't the world know it's supposed to stop and let me celebrate?!?!
So over the next couple of days, I'll be visiting every wishing well and mall fountain in the area and wishing for a brief time stoppage. If any of you are as behind as I am, feel free to do the same. We can hang out while everyone else is frozen. I'll bring a sharpie so we can draw mustaches on the people we don't like.
Oh! Before I forget! Yesterday was a very exciting day in Carrieauctionland. You can bid on a 50 page critique and a signed copy of BTIB over at Help Write Now, or a signed BTIB over at All4Alabama. Both auctions benefit victims of the floods--please stop by and bid on something, even if it isn't mine.
Although I might draw a mustache on you...
KIDDING. HONESTLY KIDDING.