My ex-hubby cristened me Queen Goober at some point in our relationship. I don't remember the specifics, but I do know that I can't argue with it. Classic example...
While I was standing in line at the fabric counter to get Caleb's pj fabric, I noticed one of my favorite bloggers walking through. She has an absolutely beautiful blog, and makes the most amazing things. I stole a peek at the treasures in her cart (including her adorable young'un) and I can only imagine the works of art they will become. Hopefully, she will be sharing.
Of course, I didn't say anything. I wanted to, don't get me wrong. I would have loved to have introduced myself, and let her know how inspiring I find her blog to be. Instead, I tried to blend into the counter. I can't explain why, but I am mortified when it comes to talking to people I don't know. Heck, even people I do know. I can't even begin to guess at what I have missed out on in my life because I couldn't speak up. I think that is the one thing I would ask of a magic genie, an end to my often crippling shyness. If I could have that wish granted, I wouldn't need the other two wishes.
Katy, it would have been great to meet you today. I truly love reading your blog. Next time, I'll at least say hi! And I will try not to embarass myself too much. I can't promise too much... I am Queen Goober, after all.