I am such a goofball

Okay, so I decided in one last desperate attempt to lose the pooch resulting from two babies, I would visit the gym today (stop laughing at me!! :rotfl:). They know my husband by name there. Me? Not so much. I actually got booted out of the system for not coming enough. Um, yeah, the discipline thing when it comes to exercise? Not so good at that. Heh.

Anyway, I’m coming home, feeling proud of myself and there’s an answering machine message.

Cue the flashback: Remember this post where I mentioned that I was chatting with an agent? (Still reeling in shock that she read it in one day.) Anyway, I mentioned that–hey! I’ll be in Atlanta. Maybe we could get together. Honestly, I wasn’t really expecting anything to come of it. Agents are really busy, and conferences can be insane with the number of authors they have to meet.

She called today and left a message. She wants to have coffee :coffee2: in Atlanta with me.

Picture me in the kitchen, doing the Stupidest Dancing Ever.

Now I just need somebody to peel me off the ceiling. ::Smack:: It’s coffee, Michelle. Get a grip!

I will be one bundle of nerves. Gah!

Don’t forget! You can still post a comment in yesterday’s post to win a free signed book at the literacy reception or conference handouts from Reno!