Well, not quite.
Because I don’t know how many *other* people have kissed
Her Juanitaness,
and I didn’t want Jenny to think that I’m weird or gross
or possibly hitting on her taxidermy.
But Juanita and I did cry out to the heavens together:
LauraJane kept her distance, sensible girl:
I can’t believe I even considered skipping this
(realized I triple-booked myself for last night,
with handbalancing class, The Bloggess,
and an art show in Culver City),
because Jenny?
Is amazing.
And funny.
And down to earth.
And willing to admit her frailties and fears.
I love her for that.

Oh, that's Soleil Moon Frye wearing the Loubies on the right. Punky Brewster barely comes up to my elbow, y'all.

I don't know if you can see them well, but The Bloggess is wearing a necklace with fuzzy rabbit scrotum. Which apparently is singular, like "Moose".
The Bloggess suffers from anxiety, depression, and RA,
among other things,
so seeing a woman who was probably in pain for the entire two and a half hours
that she talked, answered questions, signed books, and gave hugs
just be so present with grace and a ridiculously well-endowed sense of humor?
I admire Jenny Lawson more than ever.
Lady,
you are my heroine.
Thank you.
(Also,
Knock, knock, Motherfucker)