Will the Real Mrs. Adam Lambert Please Shut Stand Up?

There are less than two days until I shut up about the birth of our imaginary twins, and the most recent addition to my stable of spouses, Adam Lambert, is voted the next American Idol.

Meanwhile . . . .


I was recently asked whether I really went to see Adam Lambert at his alma mater?

YES.

I'm embedding the video again because I'm freakishly proud of my editing (as opposed to camera) skills in case you missed it. Heh. (Here's the direct YouTube link in case Blogger is being cranky because freakishly proud.)


(Be sure to watch it in HQ by clicking the HQ button on the bottom right of the video window after you click the PLAY arrow. I watched it blurry repeatedly until someone, who may or may not be a nine-year-old, told me about the HQ button.)


I was also asked whether I saw myself on television last week when American Idol aired coverage of the event.

YES.

If you watched my video (did I mention that I'm freakishly proud of my editing, as opposed to camera, skills?), you may recall that Adam Lambert had the camera dude point the camera at ME (his beloved wife and mother-to-be of his twins, who will be born tomorrow night when he's voted the next American Idol, in case I didn't mention that before).

Here is Adam at the moment that he pointed at ME, immortalized forever, from my perspective:



Here is Adam at the moment that he pointed at ME, immortalized forever, from the television viewers' perspective:



Here is me at the moment that Adam had the television camera point at ME, immortalized forever, from the television viewers' perspective:



What?

Here, allow me to help you find me in the crowd:



Answer to the question now forming in your head:

YES. That is really ME. (I am holding my camera up over my head.)

Oh? That wasn't the question? Then:

YES. I really am this insane.