Bags are packed, gifts inside, all the necessary signing materials on board.
I'm going to see the Bloggess.
Excitement builds, this is too long a drive.
I'm going to see the Bloggess.
I'm laying on a toilet seat, all the worship, none of the wretch.
I'm going to see the Bloggess.
Wife not as excited, she understand me though,
We're going to see the Bloggess.
Man Voice practiced, there's no 15 year old girl here.
When I'm going to see the Bloggess.
Naughty pink unicorn stowaway discovered,
We're going to see the Bloggess.
The website is wrong the signing is later, I can even buy the author!
They can't deter me from seeing the Bloggess.
So glad I brought the iPad, I can blog about this,
I'm hoping to see the Bloggess.
Tweeting fashion tips to Bloggess herself
I might affect the Bloggess.
She starts to speak, it is suddenly real
I might throw up meeting the Bloggess.
Early to the signing line we go and we're first in line
I'm getting the freshest Bloggess.
I'm meeting her, it's happening, she loves her gift.
I loved meeting the Bloggess.
I'm totally mortified with her in front of the Bloggess.
I got a few extra signatures cause she's gracious like that and I'll be doing some giveaways soon for those of you whose town was too small to warrant a visit.
You all can love on the Bloggess.