Reader, I'm breaking out in cold sweats now. I had a nightmare last night that plenty of people showed up for my book launch party on Saturday, but my books had not been delivered. I kept dashing out to the curb to see and finally a large cardboard box was by the door. I tore into it to find ...
a hundred copies of ...
(you really will not believe this)
WTF? I mean, I've never even read this book, so why would it be in my dream?
So, I announced that there'd been a major screw-up, but to make up for it everyone was invited to take a free copy of Kon Tiki and Whipped, Not Beaten. Thanks for coming. I'll let everyone know when I have a book for them to buy. I opened my eyes in a panic.
My hands got sweaty just typing this dream. I'm a bundle of nerves, even though two MAJOR events were wrapped up over the weekend.
First, the bowling event that I spearheaded as a fund raiser for this charter school I'm on the governance board for? Went terrifically well for a first time event. My team had a blast bowling and everyone seemed happy. We didn't win the tournament, but that didn't make us losers. And most of the teams said they'd come back next year, so we have success to build on.
As a celebratory treat (and break from our grind of running and games and practices and winter doldrums) I took the kids to The Lego Movie. You must go. I don't usually spring for going to the movies, but I'd read great reviews and everything about this movie is awesome. I totally would have sat through it again because I think I missed stuff. All four of us were laughing out loud and even my adolescent cynic pronounced it "like way better than I expected it to be--I thought it would be about the hero being perfect and messing it all up, but this story was not at all predicable. Plus it was funny." Love-love-loved it. And the theme song has looped through my head nonstop since watching it.
You're welcome. Can you imagine that as your alarm clock? How could you wake up to that and not start your day smiling?
We had our local wrestling tournament yesterday. We are drained after it--Mr. G took a first (that we're not bragging about as it only involved one match) and Mr. B took fourth (only got pinned once and didn't wrestle anyone with less than 2 years under their belt). It was a looooooong day, over eight hours in a gym and we all came home exhausted and sore. Between two wrestlers and Mr. T running bout sheets all day and me being emotionally supportive and working a concession stand shift we came home and crashed like zombies in front of the Olympics. There were tears, lots of them, and some joy. It's such a dramatic sport. Plus, I've been running this show solo since Mr. D's in Arizona golfing since Thursday.
So, next up: the book launch. This involves (among other things) finishing the Kindle version, making sure I have actual books on hand to sell, and baking 300 ninja cookies. The books will show up, right? And everything will be awesome.