So tonight I'll be attending an awards ceremony thrown by the New York Newspaper Publishers Association. It appears I've tricked some people on a panel into giving ME an award for distinguished column writing ... or something.
So that will be fun, huh?
As my parents try to get her to sleep (a feat I could NOT achieve last night) and Jed is working into the wee hours of the evening, I will be waddling up to a podium here with my wonky hip and my clunky ankles to collect a prize for this.
I hope I don't trip.
UPDATE: I'm back. It's 10 p.m. I didn't trip or stutter or spill cocktail sauce down my shirt. I did, however, drool a little out of the left corner of my mouth as the presenter was reading the bit about why the judges selected my work. There were words and phrases in there like CLEAN and ELEGANT and BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN. I'm thinking maybe I should hand my award right over to the person who wrote that glowing praise.
I'm fairly certain my lower jaw will never shut again.