Do you ever wonder if in another life you were Lucille Ball? I’m telling you, she is the only other person that ever seems to run into the same screw ball situations I do. My life could very easily be an I Love Lucy episode. . .

Case in point. Last night around 11:00 I decided, for some unknown reason, to try on this new dress that I bought for the book signing next week. It’s a halter type dress with a nifty print. So, I slip the dress over my head and it’s TIGHT. As I’m trying to squish my rather tender boobs into the dress I realize there’s a zipper in the back. The dress is now scrunched half over my chest and half not and I’m trying to reach around behind me to unzip the sucker. My head is poking out of the dress and my arms are flailing trying to reach the zipper. Thank God there were no hidden cameras in my room last night.

I finally manage to wiggle the dress on and it looks pretty good. My stomach sticks out a little too much but that isn’t going to improve any time soon with the way I’ve been eating. So I reach around to unzip it again to take it off.

And the zipper sticks about 1/4 of the way down. I tug and yank to no avail, so I slip the halter part off my neck and spin it around to see if maybe some fabric is stuck in the tracks. Nope, everything looks fine. I tug and yank some more. No dice.

I try pulling it back off over my head and almost completely flattened my chest in the process. I’m now getting a little worried. My kids are asleep and my husband is at the fire house and I’m trapped in my dress. I turn the dress around and slip the halter top back on and creep down stairs to get pliers. Back in my room I spin the dress around again and yank at the zipper with the pliers.
It doesn’t move an inch.

I’m now even more panicked thinking I’m either going to have to call my husband at the fire house and ask him to come home so he can free me from the foul clutches of this dress or I’m going to have to sleep in it. Finally, in desperation I stuff my poor abused chest under the dress and manage to pull it off me.

I did get it unzipped finally and was able to repair the zipper, but I zipped and unzipped it several times just to make sure.

Now tell me honestly, do things like this happen to anyone else?
I thought not.

Okay, I’m headed to bed to escape the heat, gag! Humidity sucks!
Ari

I’m done I’m done I’m done!!!!
I finished the first draft of my novella!!! Yippee!!!!! I still have to go through it again, send it to my cp, go through it and fix the things she finds. (I tend to have comma trauma) and send it off to my editor for EVEN MORE EDITS, but I’m done writing the story!!!

As usual, it didn’t turn out quite the way I planned. For some reason my mind never wants to follow any synopsis I write ahead of time. It feels compelled to change the ending of my books no matter what I think is going to happen.

But hey, it’s usually better than what I had planned so I’m not going to complain!

I’m now gearing up for RWA (anyone in the Reno area?) and trying to scramble around and figure out what to wear. I don’t really fit into anything any more (has that stopped me from stuffing my face??? Nooooooo) and I’m doing a presentation, moderating my friend’s presentation, and going to the Harlequin party for the first time. Since I have a book with them I kind of want to make sure I don’t look like a big dork.

Actually, I figure the editor who has my book will probably send out the rejection before she leaves for the convention and then there will be that really awkward moment where she wonders if I got it or not and feels really uncomfortable around me.

Man, that’s one heck of a run on sentence? Yup, I’m an author AND an English teacher, can’t you tell?

I’m going to leave directions with my husband to call me immediately if any envelope bearing a Harlequin or Silhouette return address comes in. . .

I need to find some way to blog in the car. I come up with really great ideas when I’m no where near a computer. Honest, I can be witty! I just don’t show it often. . .

Okay, I must try to figure out what I’m wearing next week, all I have to do is get through this week, hahahaha. . .
Ari