When my cell phone rang twice and interrupted my watching of my taped show, I was annoyed. Rolling my eyes I answered the phone in a huff. "Yes, Mommy Dearest, what is it?" Thinking she was calling to tell me to come over and do something assinine like take my father to the looney bin (this request is issued often and shrilly).
"So," she said in a high voice "GLAMOUR Magazine just called for you."
"What?" I was dumbfounded. Did I send them an article? Wait - did I?
"They want to publish your letter for their July issue." What? Did I write something in? Why yes, yes i did! After seeing the last edition and the "Swimsuits for all Sizes" cover story, I was like "Yeah, right! It's going to be size ten people in 'modest' suits!" Nope. There were actual chubby chicks - real chicks - in swimsuits and smiles!
I dashed off a letter online and promptyly forgot. Now, it seems, you will be seeing my name in print "Holly from Huntington, WV" in the letters to the Editor column in the July issue! Yay me!
Oh - and I got my new front tooth. Two crowns later, Dr. York looked at me, smiled and said, "Yes... We're gonna have to do that one again." So, he wasn't happy with it. I have to go back in three weeks, have MORE laser gum removal, some bonding and then re-cap my front tooth.
Yup. My life is Glamorous!