Did I ever tell you all about the time I met Dooce? Ginger and I drove a quatrillion miles down to San Francisco (Only it wasn’t really San Francisco it was like 40 miles away from there). We had two of her books we wanted signed so off we went. She read from her book, she was super cute, very pregnant, and way too hawt for someone that pregnant. Not to mention she is fucking hilarious. I am now the proud owner of an original signed copy of her book.
I am also the proud owner of this picture which Ginger took, as proof that I met Dooce.
Or proof that I met a blurry version of someone who sort of looks like Heather Armstrong!