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Edited on Tue Dec-13-05 01:43 PM by TayTay
We are standing on a stage with about 30 other people. We have just been celebrated by the wonderful Mrs. Heinz. She has called out each of our names (including LevensonK's husband who is not really a blogger and had no idea this was going to happen to him. She must talk about 'our date' and his reaction to the evening. OMG! Honey, that man is a keeper.) The wonderful JK then invited us, in a surprise move of his own, to join him on stage. People were clapping for us and having a whomping good time. I am in the moment, listening to the speech. All the planning and stuff from the last two weeks has come to fruition.
Then someone leans over and says, "What happens next?" I had no idea what to say back. I had been asked all weekend what happens, when it happens and how we will know. Will I tell people or not? Have I been getting phone calls and is everything under control? And, most especially on Sunday night, "Mom, are we there yet?" No bad, except for when we were on stage during the speech and I was asked this, in variation. I truly believe that at one point I leaned over to someone and said, "Do you see that tall guy with the silvery hair making a speech about 3 frickin yards from your face? Yeah, okay, so then, I friggin think we are there now. Don't make me pull this car over, cuz you will have to walk home from here."
Also, I really have no idea what Mr. Kerry said in the pub. I was too far away for most of his talk. I couldn't hear a blessed thing. (But I did talk with that gorgeous and sweet guy that he brought with him. mmmm what a sweetie!) I was then summoned to put my miraculous Mom powers into use at a key and critical juncture of the discussion and use my otherwordly ability to give people dirty looks and cowe them into submission to make something or other happen. (I forget what now. I left my Super-Kerry-Forum-Mom suit at the cleaners today. The powers go with the suit.) Once I was down at that end of the table, I decided that I really might want to actually stay and listen and talk. (There's a thought.) It was wonderful!
So, am I off the clock now? Do I still have to know every friggin thing? Can I stop having frickin seizures every time the phone rings cuz I'm getting details I don't friggin believe?
Are we there yet?
Oh, and I was sound asleep last night, making up for missing so much sleep over the weekend. My phone rang at 1:30 in the morning and woke me up. (It was a wrong number or proof God is testing me.) I couldn't get back to sleep for two hours. So I am a very prickly pear today. Just a warning. A be-yatchy TayTay is not a sight for the squeamish.
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