Apparently last night while I was sleeping there was a storm, or a large gust, or a swarm of beavers, something that we missed the memo on during our slumber. This is what we woke up to:
This is the view when you first open the front door.
Thank God it missed our van.
So I have no idea if someone is working on fixing this, or has at least put this on their agenda. For all I know Vance was walking out the door for the day and he walked into this mess and decided to take pictures of it and then leave for work. That is entirely possible.
Now for what this post would have been about:
Heather Armstrong of Dooce.com came through Austin last night to sign copies of her new book, and being the internet literary fangirl that I am, I couldn’t miss it.
I had never ever been to a book signing before in my life, so I had no idea what to expect. There were a ton of women there, many with their babies, some with their boyfriends and husbands (poor guys). Heather Armstrong spoke first, told a couple of great stories, and was hilarious the entire time. She graciously answered questions and then we all got into a huge line that snaked around half of the upstairs area of Book People.
She was super friendly and gracious, had no problem chatting with the members of the large group of total strangers. As you know, that is not my strong suit so when it was my turn I looked and felt like a HUGE dork. But at least it was a good experience and I got my book signed. She even personalized it.
By the way, you should totally read her book. It’s hilarious. And much of it is totally true. So ladies, don’t force it on your husband if you ever want him to impregnate you.