Do you know who I just found on Twitter? The inestimable Bonnie Hunt! I love this woman. LOVE. The Bloggess and The Crescat share a love of Nathan Fillion but for me, it’s all Bonnie, all the time.
In fact, when I was working on putting together “Style, Sex, and Substance” I was determined to have her write the Foreword. I searched high and low (and even considered cornering Kevin Bacon) but I could not trace our six degrees of separation! (So, yeah, maybe I should have looked her up on Twitter but HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN? Don’t answer that.)
Anyhoo, all the Bloggess asks of her man Nathan is a simple picture of him holding twine (is this really so much to ask, Mr. Fillion?). And all the sweet Crescat wanted for Christmas was for him to follow her on Twitter, convert to Catholicism, marry her, and father a great many of her children (if you knew her the way I do, you’d be all over that, Nathan). My desire is but a simple one, as well:
I want a picture of the fabulous Ms. Hunt holding a copy of “Style, Sex, and Substance”!
Is that really too much to ask?
I was trying to come up with a clever way to catch her attention and thought, “I know! I’ll take a video of myself singing My Bonnie Lives Over the Ocean!” Wouldn’t that be darling? Wouldn’t she just love that? But then I looked up the lyrics and, um…creepy! We wouldn’t want her to think that I’m some kind of stalker. (Wherever would she get such an idea, girls?)
(Oh, and just for the record, I’m still bound and determined to have her pen a Foreword for my next book but we can totally discuss that later. Priorities, people. Priorities.)
So, Ms. Hunt, this is my plea: a simple photo of two of my favorite things – my brand spankin’ new book and you. I’ll even send you a copy! What do you say?