Yesterday afternoon I received an email from Glynnis Whitwer, editor of P31 Woman Magazine, letting me know that the article I’d submitted was accepted. It will be published in their August 2009 issue.
Was I thrilled, uh, yeah. Did I react to the news like a mature adult, um, well, no. I was sitting at Starbucks as I opened my email and thankfully in front of only two bubble-gum chewing baristas, started squeaking and yelping. I very ungraciously jumped out of my chair and dashed out the door, running accross the busy street, red shiny laptop half open like a pizza box, to share the news with my husband.
I’m real classy like that.