I feel like I'm going to have a stinkin' stroke, that's how excited I am. But I can't tell anyone. Well, it's not that I can't - it's like I said, I might jinx it. And it's not some super secretive secret because the people involved know. So does my mom....because I had to tell someone and telling your mom doesn't count in the jinxing department. Does it? Please, please, please with sugar on top tell me it doesn't.
And I really want to tell you right now too. But I better not. AAAAH! See what I mean?
I feel like by this time next Friday I can safely spill the beans. But that's like an eternity plus 2 light years away. Or 7 full days. Same diff.
Why can't I get my mind off of it and focus on other things? I swear it's like I have Headline News going on in my noggin - the kind that they cancel regularly scheduled programs for, with limited commercial interruption, and I actually NEED some commercial interruptions to distract me.
And if my heart pounds any harder? It's gonna look like my boobs are pulsating or training for the Olympics. (Anyone for boob-sledding?)
I am possibly even more excited than Hillary Clinton:
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