Wrong address. At least today. We just got home from Turkey Day with the fam, and I've got 30 minutes before NABLOPOMO is "BLOwn." Fortunately, I am married to a walking cornucopia of blog-fodder. You might say he's The Godfather of Blogfodder. But then someone would smack you, so don't.
In the last month, it seems like I can't open a magazine without seeing one of my blog-buddies...one of the ones I've met in PERSON, even! First, Carmen is featured in Real Simple. Then, Kyran gets an article published in Good Housekeeping. And then the other night, I see a full-page, glossy magazine ad for the Nintendo Wii, featuring Tracey and her family (that one has appeared in at least two major magazines, 'O' and 'Real Simple'). Holy cow! The whole world is getting published, in one form or another!
I show the article to Alex, and, laughing, say (I wince to quote myself), in full Arkie twang, "I ain't in no magazine. How come I'm not in a magazine?"
To which my husband replies, without a lost moment, "I can't imagine, Honey. You practically OOZE sophistication and class."
And no, I don't have any material that seeks publishing, or any photographs worthy of same. I just want to be, I dunno, in an ad for BaconSalt or something. But, as you may have already gathered, unlike my delightful friends, I ain't in no magazine. Their loss, obviously, as my presence would surely move many copies of Hillbilly Living. Go ahead and laugh...we'll be busy producing your presidential candidates. That and soybeans.
When I walked into this room at 11:29 PM, and tried to tell Alex that he was going to be contributing to this post, I didn't even get that far. I said, "You know, it's a good thing I'm married to you."
Without even looking up, he said, "You got that right."
If you want Thanksgiving material, try a previous year. Better yet, go read read this piece that Kyran wrote last year, which was published in the Globe And Mail. See? Published! Again! Does NO ONE want to hear about my fascinating joint pain, or see me make biscuits? Shoot.