Remember this little secret? It's been burning a hole in my mental pocket.
But now I can share the news, because there's an official press release posted, finally.
We're both being flown to El Paso the second weekend of February for wining and dining and touring and tie-straightening and prize-accepting. We're very happy and excited.
So 99.9% or more of you have never heard of this award, but in our obscure little world, the fine press realm, it's something very lovely and yes, even significant. Not quite the Nobel Prize, of course, but certainly prestigious enough to cause my fella to blush and me to beat my chest. It's good for morale, good for business, good for our reputation, good for seeing part of Texas on someone else's generous tab, good good good, oh, goody!
Rob hates it when I call him Mr. Big. But I can't resist teasing him, with all the pride and affection in my heart.
He'll get honors, a check, and . . . A MEDAL. We're still chuckling over that one. I will get a new dress, a la our business account. I'm satisfied—no complaints here. And we get to fly on a big ol' aeroplane. Are we country mice, or what?
Thank you, Mister J. Carl Hertzog and company.
(P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR!)