Tonight I got to go ‘meet’ Heather B. Armstrong of Dooce fame at a signing of her book “Things I Learned About My Dad (in Therapy)” at my local bookstore, and can I please just say SQUUUEEAAL!?

Seriously, I’m not actually a stalker.

All that aside, it was really really cool. Actually, try amazing. Heather is pretty much my hero, and I’m always so amazed and impressed by everything she does. About the only thing I disagree with her on is bacon, and since I do love the tempeh variety, I guess we can still be friends. She was cute and nice and tall and very Southern, which I love. I managed not to freak out and hug her, even though I very much wanted to. In short, my expectations were fulfilled 110% and I’m still swooning a little. I even went so far as to shave for the occasion. You hear that Heather Armstrong? I shaved my legs, just for you. I may have forgotten to put on deodorant, but I did show up relatively hair free.

And only four people have told me to shut up about it already. Pretty exciting.