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I wasn’t going to bother.

It just seemed like too much work. Setting a date. Securing a venue. Getting liability insurance (for a two-hour shindig!). Making or buying hors d’oeuvres and drinks. Sending invitations. All this on top of the lame and loathsome work of marketing my book? No way. It’s just. too. much.

Clearly, I suck at celebrating. All I can see is all the work leading up to the celebration and all the clean up afterward and who needs that?

Apparently I do. My amazing and wonderful husband is insisting that we celebrate the fact that I wrote a whole book and got it published. He set the date and secured the venue and is arranging for hors d’oeuvres and drinks. All I have to do is show up.

And send invitations.

This is yours: if you live in the Seattle area (and even if you don’t!), I’d love to have you stop by next Friday, October 25, from 7-8:30 to celebrate Cracking Up with me. A friend of mine is hosting the party at her house, so if you want to come, just shoot me an email and I’ll send you her address.

I hope to see you there!

 
 

photo by Kelly Sauer, creative commons via Flickr.