Stephanie Meyer

I haven't read the books. I'm going to, as soon as the DD keeps whisking them away immediately after thrusting them into my face. The entire damfam (except for the STBX) volunteered at the High Point B&N release party last night. I manned the tissue paper flower corsage station. Made an incredible number of the little suckers. Demonstrated the technique to countless tweens (it's a very good skill). reminisced with mothers about learning it in Brownies. Taught it to a few of the brave boys who attended--told them they could save their butts with them, were they to pull a "male moment" and piss off their girlfriends after florist hours. Had a great time. Came home totally exhausted. Woke to DD screaming about something in the book. Then, my woowoo friend Brina called at 10 and woke me up. She was astounded to find me still in bed, as I'm usually the early bird dragging her mermaid hair out of the bed. The only thing I could think was "Oh, God. I promised to volunteer at the Briesinger (Eragon) release in September." It'll be fun, and I have at least 6 weeks to recover.

DD manned/girled the registration desk outside the doors; affixing the appropriate bands to the wrists of the faithful. DS had the best job of all--he was the book bouncer. DS is a very big guy for a 14 year old, and was wearing a black shirt with raybans; standing with his arms crossed in front of the books. Definitely meant to be a brother of the BBD. He was there to prevent anyone from touching, photographing, or otherwise jeopardizing the purity of the release. After the lines formed, he was the caboose on the cafe line; to keep people from continuing on their neverending quest for frappicinos--are those blends loud or what!

So anyway, the chickies of High Point have their books. They're all grumpy as 40 getouts this morning (including the DD who slammed out of here to go to work, clutching her book and still mad because someone had had the audacity to wash her workclothes and not return them to the pile on the floor-- WHERE THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE!). I hope the patrons at Penn Station are kind, is all I can say.

And yes, I feel the love. Did y'all see my impressive list of comments? P-Dub better watch out. I may not have calf nuts, but I'm going to have something-someday--maybe.