This is NOT a blog post about driving to Atlanta and waiting in line with a gazillion other folks to see Pioneer Woman. It's not about the fact that they expected so many people at the bookstore where she was appearing that they started handing out wristbands this morning like a Garth Brooks concert or something. It's not even about me forgetting my camera at home. It's not about me buying another one of her cookbooks and getting her to autograph it for the auction at next year's Nash Bash. It's not about getting her to autograph the two copies I ALREADY bought, one for me and one for a co-worker. It's not about having a rare girls' night out with co-workers, having dinner in Atlanta while we waited for the book signing to begin.
It just got too complicated, and there wasn't even a guarantee that we would get into the bookstore.
Sorry, Pioneer Woman. You'll just have to meet me some other time.