I like surprises. Even the kind when someone is standing behind me and I don't know they're there when I turned around and it scares the beejeezus out of me.
But the best kind of surprises, besides a fabulous 40th birthday party, is finding a new pair of boots sitting by the door when I get home from work. (My husband is so knee-jerk generous, his idea of retail therapy is to buy something for his wife.)
Not just any boots, mind you. Bog boots, this country girl's preferred footwear year around.
And not just any Bog boots but...

RED BOOTS!
This is my signature footwear. Officially. As of this moment. From now on, I'm wearing nothing but red shoes. Watch my feet when I'm on TV doing interviews during my book tour. I'll be wearing red boots (but not Bogs; those I'll save for the Better Homes and Gardens profile).
There is no freakin' way I'm not going to get published now. The secret is great footwear, I know it.