The day is almost here, people. The day we have all been waiting for.
Benedict Cumberbatch will not be coming to sing karaoke with us. Although if I am ever rich and famous I will be sure to make a point of arranging that.
Global warming has not made it a perpetual 80 degrees all year round all over the world. While this sounds nice, I must say I don’t encourage encouraging global warming.
J.K. Rowling has not invited me over to her mansion for ham and egg sandwiches. If she does. I will promptly let you know and then die of excitement.
The day to which I am referring is April 23rd, you guessed it, the day of my big I Am No Bird release party.
There will be LOTS of fun. So much fun I suggest bringing an extra pair of undies and pants because you might end up peeing yourself with all this fun. (Nothing ruins a party like hot, wet, and smelly pants.) . . . . . (Not that I would know that, of course.)
Some of the things on the agenda
~ Live Reading (Who doesn’t love my voice?)
~ Jewelry Giveaways
~ Wall Art Giveaways
~ Stationary Giveaways
~ Giftcard Giveaways
~ Book Giveaways
~ Free Cookies
~ Free live music
~ A photo booth thingy
~ Raffles for businesses and book clubs galore
~ A Book Signing
~ A free cruise through Lake Superior next January in my Dad’s speed boat. (Comes with complimentary hot cocoa and wool socks.) WARNING: My dad gets mad if you complain. So you better like it.
Now doesn’t that sound almost as fun as singing Karaoke with Benedict Cumberbatch?