On The Radio

I woke up early this morning, exercised, ate my Cheerios, and primped--for my very first radio interview. I know, I know I could've done it in my pajamas, but I felt really nervous--about my nose. Crazy, huh? No one sees you on the radio. 
Blame it on a Seattle DJ. 
Back when my husband (then boyfriend) was a ramen-eating grad student, he supplemented his non-existent income by winning radio contests. He won concert tickets, CDs, and lots of cash. Every day he called into the "Use Your Noodle" con