overlooking the port of Redwood City, wind whipping off the water.
The night was fantastic because being with friends, eating good food
and laughing together is fantastic.
The kids were beside themselves since Aunt Jenny and Uncle Brett
bought them glow sticks to wear for the festivities.
This brought about a lot of hiding under blankets so they could
see the glow sticks since it didn't get dark until after 9.
And I was a little bit beside myself since my friends, Shawn and Robin,
pre-ordered the first copy of my book off of Amazon while we were waiting
for the fireworks to start.
Shawn bought it on his i-phone because he is fancy like that.
And that is exciting. Because my book can be pre-ordered.
Like a real writer. Because it all still seems very surreal at this point
that as of January 2009 there will be a book out with my name on it.
Because I don't really feel like a real writer. I feel like a mom
with a van that still smells like dead cow two weeks after a fermenting
milk bomb went off in the back. That is what I feel like.
It was in this car that I spent my fireworks gazing.
Since Addison thought bombs were going off overhead during the display.
He was petrified, clutching at me, saying,
"I 'cared, Mommy. I go now!" over and over.
So we hung out in the van as Addie covered his eyes.
But the fireworks were awesome even in a stinky van.
And the finale with a gazillion fireworks going off overhead was superb.
I clapped and whooped amidst the stench.
As soon as it ended, Addie uncovered his eyes and said, "I happy now. All done."
And I basked a little bit in the afterglow of knowing that my first book had sold.
AND THEN I discovered this morning....That you can pre-order my book from Target.
Target. The store that makes my heart go pitty-pat.
The store where dreams come true.
The store where I can purchase lip gloss and dinner wear and a sack of fertilizer.
This weekend just keeps getting better, people.
God bless America. And Target. And Shawn's i-phone.