She was more fabulous in person than I could ever have imagined--and believe me I had imagined what it would be like. Not in that stalker kind of way, but I was becoming borderline. And when the moment came and I got to actually meet her, words failed me. I was stuttering along with the best of them and the best I could come up with was "you made me laugh so hard my face hurts!" Which was the most honest thing I could come up with. Bless her heart, she laughed with me. Or maybe it was at me...doesn't really matter.
Between the hairy vagina coin purse she was given as a gift by some
I could not have asked for a more perfect Dooce encounter.
That's me, of course, with Dooce herself!!
Erin, who has now popped her Book Signing Cherry. (Yes, that deserved caps. And yes I helped her all I could. *wink*)