To my Community:

Just a Quick Warning:

I have submitted my name to the Oprah Show, for tickets during the month of November.
It is possible, I may receive a last minute phone call, naming me the lucky recipient of my dream. (honestly, it is a dream!)

To the members of my Yoga Class:
Absolutely, yes, I will dash off to Chicago, without so much as a 'Class Cancelled' note on the door. Maybe, we should consider establishing a Phone Tree. I may have a chance to call from the road (No texting, Oprah). Though, dialing may be tricky, with the extreme shaking of my hands and/or entire body, from the excitement.

To my Children:
You know where, the granola bars are kept. The Kid... I trust you to change a diaper. Probably, I should teach you Grandma's phone number. You may want to call her, if you see your mother dash from our home, in a blur of screams.

To my Wardrobe:
You are most definitely, not suitable. It would be smart, to purchase a complete outfit, to hang Ready, in my closet.

To My Husband:
If, there is a chance you have hand-written Oprah the most heart-felt, appealing, eye-watering letter.... that Oprah's Cameras will Surprise! arrive at my doorstep, to whisk me away on a Spa-filled day, before her Favorite Things Show... I would sincerely appreciate a little Head's Up. So that I may actually shower and dress myself before Noon (3:30pm) and freshen up the kitchen from breakfast (night before's dinner).

To The Oprah Show:
I have dreamt of you! If I am selected, it will be a monumental knock off my Bucket List.
That said, I'd really love a taping of the complete reunited cast of Friends, or maybe Brangelina's first interview. Certainly, I will not turn away a Free trip or even a Book club selection... but I am kinda hoping to Not attend the taping of a Child Rape survivor or an Episode of Homeless Children.
For Two Reasons.

A.) Those shows make my stomach turn. I applaud your effort to rid the world of Evil, but sometimes I do not need to know, people can be so disgusting.

B.) It will seriously, be Super Awkward, if the camera scans the crowd, as the Child recounts her tear-filled story... and I am caught smiling at Oprah, like a stoned-love-sick-puppy. It would be hard to explain, the lack of control, over my own emotions.

So here we go....
Fingers crossed.

PS Oprah: I NEVER believed, Gayle was your secret girlfriend. But if she is, I am totally cool with that.