You know what it's like when your favorite rock star (Ani Difranco or, perhaps MADONNA) emails and asks if she can stay at your house for a night? And you're like, Sure, let me clean. Let me buy some food. Let me adorn the house with tulips? And she shows up and is gracious and unassuming and appreciative and you totally hit it off?
Yeah, I didn't either. Until yesterday. Now I kinda do know how that feels. Bossy, on her way through Seattle, slept under my very own roof. And I loved her more in person than I do even on my monitor.
I had to share her, of course. So we met several other Seattle bloggers at the Pink Door for a white wine/salad social. It was an amazing assemblage of Moms seeking community, stepping out of their comfort zones and, of course, wanting to meet Bossy.
Then this morning? This morning I got to tag along while Bossy was interviewed by a Seattle P-I reporter.
This was us, driving separately to Queen Anne for the media blitz, me going, Holy Cannoli, that is Bossy in that car behind me.
And this is where I tell you all that Yeah, she's an awesome, successful blogger and all, but she's just a woman. Just like everyone else.
Really, she's way more fly.