I spent most of the day today formatting and sending my very first newsletter. This was a long, tedious process since I’m not the greatest with computers - passable, but not great - and I wanted my inaugural newsletter to be perfect in every way. I formatted and edited, revised and deleted, and basically worked myself into a tizzy about the whole thing. My obsessive-compulsive gene kicked into overdrive, and it wasn’t pretty as I typed and typed, ignoring other things that needed to be done like, you know, writing a BOOK. Still, I managed to produce a decent newsletter that was cheery and, more importantly, brief. Finally, when every carefully chosen word was perfectly aligned, I sent the thing out and breathed a huge sigh of relief that the whole newsletter ordeal was behind me. I spent approximately three minutes giddy with happiness, and then I realized: I accidentally sent the thing to EVERYONE. No, not everyone on my Ann Christopher list. That would’ve been good, but no. I sent it to pretty much EVERYONE I’ve ever exchanged an e-mail with. Amazon, the American Girl Doll company, the good people at Target’s customer service department. Not just the people who actually WANTED to receive the newsletter. EVERYONE. So if I accidentally sent you an e-mail newsletter and you didn’t want one, please accept the following apology: I’m sorry for being such an e-mail/newsletter doofus. If anyone would care to share a G-rated embarrassing incident, I’d sure love to hear it right about now.