Holy. Shit.
So, my internet's been going in & out all evening. I start freaking out because I've been watching this book on ebay for my husband for about 4 days now, a signed ('COME GET SOME!' How effin' cool is that?) mint copy of Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way, by who else but the absolutely delicious Bruce Campbell. So I'm getting all nervous right, because I don't want to miss my chance to get this for him. My husband comes upstairs & I'm all "is the internet going to be doing this shit all night? Because I'm watching something very special for you on ebay that's ending in like, an hour!" He's all "what is it?" And I tell him what it is. He then says, & very nonchalantly I might add (GET THIS SHIT) "why would you do that when HE'S GOING TO BE AT BARNES & NOBLE TOMORROW AT FIVE O'CLOCK." Umm.....wtf did you just say? I was like "I KNOW you did not just say that Bruce effing Campbell is going to be at the B&N, right up the street, signing books tomorrow at 5 o'clock." And he was like "Yup."
So.....GUESS WHO I GET TO MEET TOMORROW AT 5 O'FREAKIN' CLOCK!?! AAAAAACK! I of course called Stacey immediately & she was all excited too, so I'm relieved that I won't be going alone.
I simply can't stand it...& I won't be sleeping well tonight either. I promise I'll be chill & be all quiet & shy when it comes time to meet him. I freeze up when I meet famous people, not sure why. I think it's because I'm afraid I'll say something stupid or maybe throw up. But until that time, I'M GOING TOTAL GIGGLY, SQUEEEELY FANGIRL ON YOUR ASSES!!! WHEEEEE!!!