The wonderful Mike Calanan -- extraordinary photographer and ridiculously nice guy -- agreed to stand in line and snag me a copy of the latest and highly coveted (and SIGNED!) Dooce publication. He also took an excellent photo of Ms. Armstrong (or should I say "Heather" now that I have her love to me in writing?).

I have to admit I requested the inscription, but she actually WROTE IT. And signed it. And maybe... just maybe she leaned on the book long enough to moosh some microbial amount of coolness and talent into the first page... I'd better hold it close to my body for awhile, just to be sure. (OK, now she'll NEVER agree to meet me for coffee.)

Thanks again, Mr. Calanan, and the next time I am in SLC I'll buy all the beer you can quaff. And maybe even one of those big fried onions with full-fat dipping sauce.

And if Dooce joins us, I'll buy the bourbon and edamame, too.