Where were you yesterday? Why didn’t you post?
Oh wait. I’m the one who didn’t write anything.
And I’m currently sitting in the Houston airport at 9:04 p.m. Monday night trying not think about how I could almost just drive home in the time I’ll spend waiting for this flight.
The truth is I had a great time in Birmingham, but I have spent three of the last seven nights not in my own bed and that is not really my optimal situation because I love my bed and I love my people. I’m a big fan of being home. Like Dorothy. If only I could click my heels three times right now. For that matter, how much would I love a pair of red, glittery shoes?
Anyway, I spent a pretty quiet night at home on Friday with P and Caroline before I woke up on Saturday morning to fly to Alabama. Bops picked me up because he is the best at the early morning airport runs since he gets up at an hour that most people still consider the middle of the night.
I got to the airport and had a moment of panic because there wasn’t a 10:00 a.m. flight to Houston on the departure board and I just knew I had a 10:00 a.m. flight to Houston where I would catch my connection to Birmingham. This is because I lack something people refer to as ATTENTION TO DETAIL. I was actually flying through Dallas and so it turned out to be okay.
The best part was that Duchess Kate had the foresight to deliver her baby girl earlier that morning in London so I had PLENTY of important news coverage to keep up on while I waited in the airport. And it was while I sat in Houston eating a truly awful salad that I watched a live feed on my phone of them walking out of the hospital with the new princess.
Can we just take a minute to reflect on what Kate looked like only ten hours after giving birth?
It was significantly different than how I looked ten hours after giving birth. By which I mean she didn’t look like a swollen alien. Of course she probably also didn’t eat a McGriddle breakfast sandwich from McDonald’s as her first post-childbirth meal.
All I know is if someone had handed me a pair of pantyhose ten hours after pushing a baby out of my hoo-ha, I would have maybe suggested they shove them somewhere inappropriate. But that is why I am a mere peasant and Kate is a duchess.
But I couldn’t be happier that there is a new princess if for no other reason than it ensures years after getting to see what she wears. No offense to Prince George because he is adorable, but there are only so many ways you can wear a blue cardigan and knee socks, while there are infinite possibilities for dresses and bows.
Once I arrived in Birmingham, Sophie picked me up at the airport and we stopped at her house for just a bit before we headed to our book signing at Books-A-Million. (I initially typed that as “book singing” to which I can only say YOU WISH.) However, there was no singing, but lots of signing and it was so fun to meet everyone who came out. Thank you for spending part of your Saturday night with us.
Afterward we went to a seafood restaurant where, oddly enough, we agreed that we had the wedge salad of our life. I am not normally one to give much thought to a salad of any kind, but this one was truly exceptional with the perfect ratio of lettuce, homemade dressing, ripe tomatoes, bacon and parmesan cheese. I’ve thought about it several times since which is remarkable since I tend to only remember things like mac and cheese with any lingering affection.
On Sunday I spoke at a Mother’s Day Brunch and then Sophie and I stopped at the grocery store and bought this most delightful array of cheese and crackers and dips to eat later that night in lieu of a real dinner. This is one of our favorite things to do and I have to admit we were so overzealous in our various cracker purchases that we didn’t even open three of the boxes we bought. And I regret that one box we did open proved to be a bad option because they were gluten-free crackers that were desperately in need of some gluten.
Later on that night we piled into Sophie’s guest bedroom with her dog, Hazel, and watched Mad Men. It was one of those episodes that makes me so sad this show is about to come to an end, especially this particular scene which the internet has been kind enough to turn into a gif.
and this one of her walking into the office on her first day at McCann.
God bless the internet.
Earlier today – by which I mean Monday if memory serves – I got to visit the school were Sophie works and was so delighted by the sheer number of students who manage to spend as much time in her office discussing all manner of issues and thoughts. It was so fun to be around that many high school students and I have to say the girls really inspired me in the way of shoes. There was a fabulous array.
And now I’m on a plane that’s about to take off. I bought wi-fi because HELLO 2015 but just realized my computer battery is about to die and so while technology has come a long way, my ability to plan ahead has not. So I will sign off now by wishing you all a happy tomorrow.
Or today.
Or whatever.
I’ve lost track.
And now I’m going to hit publish without proof-reading or editing. Apologies in advance for whatever I’m sure is wrong on this post.
Really quick on a book related note, Nobody’s Cuter Than You is FINALLY back in stock on Amazon, but you better order quick because it hasn’t been lasting long there. You can find it here. And it’s also back in stock on Lifeway and ON SALE for just $10.39. You can find it here. Thanks for all your support and everything. It means so much to me.