"The new phone books are here! The new phone books are here!" - Steve Martin in "The Jerk"
I felt like Navin Johnson today when the UPS truck stopped between our house and the neighbor's. I jumped up because I was afraid he would go to the wrong house, be turned away and take the package back with him, never to be seen again.
I jumped up so fast that the computer cord around my ankle snatched the computer off the sofa and onto the floor. Thankfully, it wasn't injured.
I brought the books inside and opened them, letting Beth actually open and remove the first copy. I mailed that copy to my mother, by the way, because the book is dedicated to her.
It's pretty cool to actually have a book. I know, I know. I've had a book since February 14 when the e-version went online. Still, this is a paper book!
Among the slight differences is that there's a picture of me on the paper version. This is probably going to be a detriment to sales, but what are you gonna do?
A friend looked at the photo and said, "You look like you're about to say something profound or like you have gas."
I replied that I was about to say something profound: "Pull my finger." It was funny at the time.
I dropped my mother's copy into the mail to her. Because the book weighs 8 ounces, it will cost me $ 2.95 to send it anywhere in the US. That's convenient. I was afraid I would have to calculate every different address. That's a pain in the butt.
Now we're scampering to get the technicalities fixed so that the paper copies can be sold on Amazon. Keep your fingers crossed.