It was awesome.
I'm glad I didn't stick my original plan of hiding behind my bangs in the back of classes. I had so much more fun meeting everyone. And I didn't even pee my pants nor hyperventilate when I read at the community keynote. (Although I did sweat profusely and probably changed facial colors a few times.)
And best of all, now I feel like I have real live friends. Which brings my friend count up to like FIVE. Wow. I'm feeling really popular.
And I would say more but Husband keeps interrupting me. About every two seconds. Here, let me tell you about it:
scene: Husband in shower. Me sitting on bed, trying to type a post on the laptop which rests happily on our ironing board ('cause we're all about fancy furniture here in the Bastow household.)
Husband: Melissa!!!!
Me: (ignore)
Husband: MELLLLLISSSA!!
Me: What?
Husband (still in shower): Can you get me a screw driver, a wrench and a plastic bag?
Me: Sure, and I want a hula hoop, a spotted pony and some purple M&Ms.
Husband: Seriously.
So I get the tools.
Husband: That's a wrench.
Me: Yes.
Husband: I asked for pliers.
Me: No, you asked for a wrench.
Husband: No, I want pliers, you know the thing with handles that pinches things and...
Me: I KNOW WHAT PLIERS ARE.
So I get pliers. Then I sit back down to type.
Husband: MELISSSSSSA!!
Me: Grrrrr, what?
Husband: I need a flat head screwdriver.
Silly me, I've never showered with tools before and therefore didn't know that a flat head is required.
And that's why I can't type any more about CBC right now. Except, just know that it was seriously awesome.
I'm glad I didn't stick my original plan of hiding behind my bangs in the back of classes. I had so much more fun meeting everyone. And I didn't even pee my pants nor hyperventilate when I read at the community keynote. (Although I did sweat profusely and probably changed facial colors a few times.)
And best of all, now I feel like I have real live friends. Which brings my friend count up to like FIVE. Wow. I'm feeling really popular.
And I would say more but Husband keeps interrupting me. About every two seconds. Here, let me tell you about it:
scene: Husband in shower. Me sitting on bed, trying to type a post on the laptop which rests happily on our ironing board ('cause we're all about fancy furniture here in the Bastow household.)
Husband: Melissa!!!!
Me: (ignore)
Husband: MELLLLLISSSA!!
Me: What?
Husband (still in shower): Can you get me a screw driver, a wrench and a plastic bag?
Me: Sure, and I want a hula hoop, a spotted pony and some purple M&Ms.
Husband: Seriously.
So I get the tools.
Husband: That's a wrench.
Me: Yes.
Husband: I asked for pliers.
Me: No, you asked for a wrench.
Husband: No, I want pliers, you know the thing with handles that pinches things and...
Me: I KNOW WHAT PLIERS ARE.
So I get pliers. Then I sit back down to type.
Husband: MELISSSSSSA!!
Me: Grrrrr, what?
Husband: I need a flat head screwdriver.
Silly me, I've never showered with tools before and therefore didn't know that a flat head is required.
And that's why I can't type any more about CBC right now. Except, just know that it was seriously awesome.
Comments
I'm so glad you had a good time and came out of your shell! And congrats on not embarrassing yourself. Not that I thought you would, but YOU thought you might. And I'm glad you didn't. (and I wish I could have heard you. And met you!)
I *WISH* my husband would ask for tools. In the shower or at any other time. He's not exactly what I'd call a handyman.