After I returned home from the grocery store, I was just beaming with excitement about tonight.
Tonight I’ll be embracing my inner 14-year-old attending a New Moon release party.
So, after my husband and I get the groceries put away, we go and sit in the living room. The clock struck 12:03 am and I was all “Ooooh, in 24 hours I’ll be holding my copy of New Moon!”
And he was all “Yea, Lord willing.”
If I’m looking forward to something, or I talk about what I will be doing tomorrow or next week or whatever, it’s always “Lord willing.”
And every time I hear those words, I automagically think that I’ll be struck dead.