As a romance author you learn quickly that you won’t always get the respect of the mainstream media, of all readers and booksellers and librarians. But the least you can expect is to have the respect of your family. And at the very least, the respect of your husband.
So the other day I was autographing a huge pile of coverflats and he comes and sits down with me.
Him: Why do you do that?
Me: Because people like autographed coverflats and such.
Him: Can I help?
Me, after the initial shock of him asking if he can help: Well, not exactly I have to sign them myself.
Then I launched into my litany on the importance of signing things myself so it is authentic and blah, blah, blah, thinking all the time he is listening intently to every word out of my mouth, until that is, I look over and see that he is indeed helping:
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And yes, to those of you wondering, I am still married to him.
I’m sorry, but I have to laugh a little. This sounds like something my hubby would do, too. lol
Andrea, I wouldn’t have put it up here if I couldn’t laugh at it. Enjoy yourself! I thought it was hilarious.
LOLLLLLL! Thanks for the chuckle this early in the morning. 🙂 What a little bugger!
Christina
Oh my goodness…that is SO something my husband would do!
At least now you can frame it and put a little frame plate on it that says: Me, under deadline!
Haha!
Hoot! Thanks for the chuckle. It gave my hubby ideas.
K
High marks to your husband was making even a chore like signing a mundo pile of coverflats into a fun event.
Frame it for sure…but ladies, wouldn’t you love it if she forgot to remove it from the stack and she gave it away to one of us in a contest? What a hoot!!
You know, Karen, I almost considered slipping it into a stack and then putting a sticker on it that if they contacted me, they’d won my lucky coverflat prize–hey, I haven’t mailed them yet! Why Not!