FINALLY I can tell everyone! I'm a finalist! My novel was good enough to be a finalist!
Imagine if you will, a quiet family tableau. Gramma is visiting and is happily watching Dancing with the Stars, while drinking Busch Light. Two Chihuahuas are sleeping in the dog bed. Daddy is sitting on the couch watching Dancing with the Stars because Gramma is his mother, and he has no choice. BabyGirl is sitting on Mommy's lap, while Mommy tries to check her email and hold a baby until it's bath time.
Then all of a sudden, Mom flings the baby at Daddy, and proceeds to leap up and go jumping around the house, screeching and whooping, and yelling things like "I don't suck!" and "YEE-HA!" Because Mommy is from Texas, and that's what happens.
Luckily, Daddy catches the baby, but the chihuahuas are startled awake and start barking. The cats, who were asleep until Mommy went berserk and the dogs started barking, start racing around the house to fight over the best hiding spot until the Apocalypse is over. The dogs, assuming the cats know something, start chasing the cats. The cats run faster because they are now being chased.
Gramma spills her beer, and starts yelling about the waste of beer.
Daddy uses the baby to mop up the beer, and is yelling at Mommy to please explain what the hell is wrong with her brain and is she having a reverse stroke?
Mommy eventually manages to find enough words to explain that she's a finalist in the debut novelist competition she spent two weeks killing herself to enter.
... Daddy says I'm exaggerating a bit, but it was TOTALLY like that.
Today is officially declared "I Don't Suck!" day. Have some carrot cake and tea.