Would you like a side of irony to go with that champagne?

True Story.

Yesterday I was standing in the champagne aisle of the store on the phone with my husband. "How many do you think we need? And do we get the kind we can afford and risk looking cheap, or go big and go broke?"

He answers – no kidding – "Buy a few of each. We'll start with the plastic corked ones and then we'll move to the screw caps when it's late."

Ummm.... I don't think the plastic corks are considered the good ones, hon.

Anyway, I assumed he was serious about the first sentence and joking about the second. And so I loaded my cart for my first ever official Barnes and Noble Book Signing party on Saturday.

Yes. I am officially an "event" at Barnes and Noble. On the official national website. Like I'm a real author and everything.

So Saturday afternoon I'll be in Manassas, Virginia signing copies of Some Kind of Normal. (If you're in the area, come by!!)

It seemed, then, like a good time to have a party.

Okay, it's always a good time to have a party. Except when the book actually came out. Which was two weeks before Christmas and two days after two feet of snow. When we dug out and recovered from the holiday, another two and a half feet of snow dumped on us. By then, I'd arranged to do this book signing, so instead of doing a big book release party, we're doing my first book signing party.

In the interest of keeping it easy, especially since we're doing it on the same day, we decided to do just a dessert and champagne open house rather than a full-on dinner or appetizer thingy.

You know, because nothing says irony like toasting a book about a dying diabetic with cheesecake, chocolate, and champagne. :)

So now I have two days to wait, and my dining room table is loaded with enough champagne, cakes, pies, chocolate, etc. to throw me into a diabetic coma, and it's driving me to crazy temptation.

If you'll excuse me, now, I think I need to go order myself a few more vials of insulin. I think I'm gonna need it.