Something really weird happened to us yesterday. We drove to and from
Anaheim and didn't have a flat tire, get rear ended, or have a dead
battery. We also got our badges and into the convention with no
problems at all. That's so unusual that I thought for sure we were not
us. One odd thing did happen that made it hard for us not to DIE A
HORRIBLE death from laughter.
When I wrote that post about THE CANCER and how people kept telling us horror stories about people they know dying horrible deaths from melanoma, I thought that would send a message to the world that we weren't really in the horror story market. What really happened was that people kept emailing me MORE horror stories and then emails asking me how could we be so happy with such devastating news. Mutual friends of ours were clearly devastated and could not speak to me without crying and when I wasn't crying they assured me I would. Uhhh, ok. I was never sure what they were devastated about or why they seemed so annoyed with me for being happy. Karen and I tried to figure out what was so devastating (the word everyone was using) but we couldn't and we've spent every day since trying to remember devastating events from our lives that would've made us cry all day. We decided the only thing that was really devastating was sudden death of a loved one-oh- and one time a really dear friend got sent to the pokey unexpectedly. There were things from childhood that were bad but we limited our devastation to the last 15 years. Even still, there were funny things that happened at funerals and my friend got out of the pokey so that ended ok. All the bad things that happened always had funny things, too, and we've survived everything that has ever happened. It's all in how you look at it.
So now throughout the day we ask each other if we are devastated or crying and we think we're really funny when we do it.
As we booth hopped at CHA we'd bump into people who know us (from our books) and pretty much without fail, this is the conversation that happened:
Serious Person: Hi! I am so excited to meet you!
Linda: Hi, I am Linda and this is Karen
Karen: Hello, I...
Serious Person: I know someone who had breast cancer. It was AWFUL! It spread to her knees and then she had to get her legs amputated and then she got skin cancer and then she was horribly disfigured and then she died a painful death. It was great to meet you, I love your books! Linda, you should check out these AMAZING crochet hooks I found, you'd LOVE them. Totally your style. Go to booth ...
Linda: My style? I don't crochet.
Serious Person: The best hooks EVER! Bye!
I don't get why people who love our books think I crochet. That's
freaky. It wasn't just one person. A lot of people wanted me to look at
hooks. Second, why are people telling Karen of horrific cancer deaths?
What the fuck? What is going on? People used to come up to us and tell
us great places to get cupcakes or chocolate and now they are telling
us stories of amputation and death. As funny as we found it, this has
got to stop. Or if you are going to tell us a death story, soften it by
handing us treats.
I'm mostly happy that only a few people at CHA read my twitter or facebook about the weird thing going on with my fingers because I am not sure I could've handled stories about finger accidents, too. I can only contain my laughter for so long. It's even harder with the MO FO Flipper in.
We had a great day at CHA and were so happy to see old friends and make new ones.
Oh, and we met the happy hooker and her too beautiful for words daughter, finally! More on THAT later. The no flat tires- horror death stories were an interesting trade off. Stories of death are way better than actually BEING dead.
*photo: Karen, Kathy Cano-Murillo (Crafty Chica!), Linda
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