I’ve long acknowledged that having children was the end of any sense of modesty for me. Shitting on the delivery table? Yup, that put the kabbash on that.
Writing a book, however, brought me to a whole new level.
I am now completely and utterly shameless. This, my friends, is how I now spend my days…
How I wish I were kidding.
In the last couple weeks, I’ve begun accosting innocent strangers who shall now associate Barnes and Noble with crazy ladies. I’ve made it a habit to visit at least one bookstore a day, so I can rearrange the store displays. I sneak in Sharpies to sign copies which I haven’t been asked to sign. I shove the book in people’s faces so they have no choice but to see it.
I’ve officially gone crazy.
So, please… just buy the book.
Don’t make me come and find you.
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