It's a Small World

Now you all have that song stuck in your head, don't you? Hee hee. Insert maniacal laughter here.

I've got North America covered today. First I had a phone pitch with an editor from Harlequin in Toronto. For those of you who are geographically challenged, that's in Canada. Ontario, to be exact. The pitch was fine, the editor was lovely--such a nice person, and she requested a partial (that means my first three chapters).

Then I went to get a haircut with my stylist, who is from Mexico. She's also a lovely lady and she does great hair. When she doesn't listen to her client, that is. I asked for bangs. I could tell she didn't think that was a wise decision, but I don't speak Spanish and her English is somewhat limited so she just frowned and clucked over me. It looks okay, but not as pretty as it usually does when I tell her, "Do whatever you want, my head is in your hands." I also had her wax my eyebrows so I can go to my job interview without a unibrow.

Then, just to make my day even further multicultural, I took myself out to lunch at Pei Wei. I LOVE their fried rice with tofu and vegetables. YUM! Oh, and my fortune cookie read, "Everyone feels lucky for having you as a friend." Aww, ain't that sweet?

Then I got home and checked in with my friends over at Susan's message board--friends from lots of other countries. More Canadians (I'm talking aboot you, eh?), friends from Germany, New Zealand, the Philippines, Slovenia, and Malta, just to name a few.

Leave me a comment and tell me where you're from. I'm glad it's a small world so I can chat with my buddies from other places.

I wish that darn song wasn't so annoying. Now I'm going to be singing it all day. It's the worst earworm ever.