And here's the proof.
I sincerely hope all radio interviews are as fun as the one I had with Frank and Kim.
In other news, I have an interview with a magazine and a newspaper tomorrow. That should be fun. I'm not even nervous at all.
And in completely unrelated news, I love how my 10 year old son talks. I mean, he talks and talks and talks and TALKS (and I have no idea where he gets that particular quality), but I love how it's just one big random unbroken sentence with him with absolutely no breath taken in-between.
For example, this morning as he was sitting on the floor next to the dog:
"Mom? What's the weather supposed to be like today? Do you know? What channel is the weather channel on? What time does the weather come on? The sevens or the eights? Good grief, Ginger smells like ass. Do you know if it's going to rain today? Because I might need my umbrella."
So. My life still rocks. In case you were wondering.