Television Here We COME!!!!!!!
It would be wrong to say that we haven’t dreamed of being on TV and talking about this book with someone who doesn’t have spit up on their shoulders.
It would be a lie to claim we don’t care about our hair or what we look like, or whether you’ll be able to see the rolls at our waists (which we have all been working on, my GOODNESS!) .
It would be a SHAM, a total SHAM, to say we are feeling 100% ballsy and relaxed. Maybe 70%. At this point, that feels good enough!
I was on TV once before when I was interning out in California in the good old days when I thought I wanted to be a TV news reporter. That dream lasted about five minutes until I realized exactly what it would entail: having to claw my way up the totem pole, one fake nail at a time. Turned out that wasn’t for me. Not the clawing part, and not the fake nail part.
Oh — tomorrow, on TV? That’s me with the broken finger nails.
So we’re going to be on local TV tomorrow– a trial run of sorts, our first foray into the madness of a four-minute segment. What we’re most worried about is SHUTTING UP. We are so full of beans that we have what is commonly known as verbal diarrhea. I bet our friends can’t stand to be with us anymore, though they’re MUCH too nice to admit it…
Ok, for the interview, then, this is the game plan:
Buy.
Our.
Book.
It’s.
Really.
Great!