It's all about the Palm Sweat.

You're in a dark crowded room. All around you there are strangers sitting in pairs and large groups, gathered for a common purpose. All eyes are straining forward. The sound is cranked up. You're nervous, "Is it going to happen?"

The previews roll by and the movie reel begins to tell its tale. You're so nervous, more so than you've ever been. "It really could happen!" Slowly and with great patience you begin to move your hand to the arm rest, palm up. "Come on. Come on." Half way through the movie the moment arrives, CONTACT! "Hello, command we have contact! The bait is taken, Mission: Hold Hands has officially been accomplished!"

Seconds later, contact is broken. All of your effort has been ruined! The culprit? Your friend and mine, sweaty palms.

It happens. Why? God's funny little joke on humanity. Sweaty Palms. We get nervous, we sweat, that sweat congregates religiously like a gospel meeting in the palms of your hands. How do I know this? I've lived the life my friends.

Here lately it seems I walk around with sweaty palms on a consistent basis. Kari and I are mere WEEKS away from Baby Time USA, and the anticipation is killing me! Every time I leave the house I'm on pins and needles. My phone rings and (It doesn't matter who it is) I answer, "Are you on your way? How long do I have?" Then the phone slips from my grasp because of, you guessed it, sweaty palms.

So, what gives you sweaty palms, or your equivalent? Have a seat and share.