I was going to tell you about my crappy morning (let’s just say that it involved a missed bus, a truck that wouldn’t start and me being two hours late for work), but who cares now. My CDs are here! It was eight years in the making, but I finally have the physical copies of my CDs in my grubby little meat-hooks.
I know that I should be more excited. I mean, this a pretty momentous occasion. But, it hasn’t totally sunk in yet. My CDs are done. My CDs are really done.
I spent most of tonight addressing envelopes and signing my autograph on each and every copy. Because, apparently having an autographed copy is something that people were excited about. I almost felt like a real rockstar. Almost.
My CDs are here. Sweet sassy molassy, my CDs are here.
You can get a copy of your very own here.
WooHoo! Congratulations.
Congrats Hope, what an accomplishment!!
I’d like your autograph bedazzled on my copy . . .