My absolute obsession, Pioneer Woman, is speaking at the BlogHer conference which is taking place TWENTY FEET from my new apartment. She's here, I can feel it. She's probably staying there too, meaning her awesome recipe-filled head is laying itself down on a pillow TWENTY FEET from my new apartment. Well, probably more than twenty feet, but it's literally across the street. I've described her and Marlboro Man in painstaking detail to my husband (the cable guy had not yet arrived so we didn't have internet so I could show him pictures) and put him on the lookout. On our breakfast run this morning, every silver fox with a child made me whip my head around. I need to meet her!!!
Would it be strange if I just sat in the hotel lobby until she walked by?
