And Tying for Coolest. Thing. Ever.

Recently my good friend, Erin, and I were graced with the presence of Heather B. Armstrong aka Dooce. (Imagine the name "Dooce" at a booming decibel not unlike the the Great Wizard of Oz: "DDDOOOOCCCEEE!" And then maybe you can understand just how big of a deal this was!) She is on a book tour for her newest release It Sucked and then I Cried, How I had a Baby, a Breakdown and a Much Needed Margarita. (Seriously, does it get better than that??? I think NOT.)

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 freak artist in the audience, the pregnant fan who had her sign her belly, the thorough monologue with her boobs as the topic of discussion and the guy who stood up, said he had never heard of her but his girlfriend is pregnant and she had officially scared the shit out of him, the night was complete. In her defense, she warned him.

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*)