You know I love Donny Osmond, right? From the time I was 4 years old, I developed an unconditional and lifelong devotion to my favorite Mormon. I am fairly convinced that my votes single-handedly put him over the top on Dancing with the Stars.
Armed with this knowledge and my semi-legitimate press credentials courtesy of Chicago Parent, I reached out for my first celebrity interview. I submitted only a few questions so as to not overwhelm Mr. Osmond. I was polite. Meek. Apologetic even.
And I got the stock rejection letter:
Thanks for your interest in interviewing Donny. His time is very limited right now as he is preparing for the holiday shows, so we will have to pass on this interview.
It felt like 7th grade gym class all over again.
My love will not waver in the face of this heartbreak. The man does have 5 kids and a stressful Vegas act with which to contend. Of course, I have 3 young sons, a husband who is never home, the weekly combination of violin-piano-chess-homework-hockey-and-basketball oversight, mountains of laundry, and two blogs. But I get it, Donny. You're busy. I won't take it too personally.
Just don't be too offended if I move my Donny Osmond Christmas ornament to the back of the tree.
It's just too painful right now.