Oh-boy, oh-boy, oh-boy!

I love telling my friend Rebecca when she is right. Rebecca? You were right. My signature is a mess and it doesn't matter. I mean, it's not the flipping Declaration of Independence, after all.

Today, I am signing and packing books. Yes! Oh, it feels so good.

Yesterday, Rebecca talked me in off the ledge about bad handwriting and what kind of pen to use. (We agreed on a medium-point, blue gel pen.) And would you believe I found one, right in my desk drawer? Talk about "meant to be."

It was really funny, too (no, really?). Rebecca said, "What kind of pen are you going to use?" And I answered in my most serious voice, "I don't know." And she laughed and she laughed at how silly I was. And then, we had a five-minute discussion on pens. Ha. Who's silly now?

Welcome to Giddy Erin, everyone. My stomach is in knots. I'm going to sign more books. Tomorrow morning, it's off to the post office.

Giddy-up!