The Book Signing That Wasn’t Meant to Be

Last night was an epic fail of major proportions. Except for dinner. That was major win penguins situation.

660 calories of awesomeness.

So here is how the events unfolded. We drove a total of 2.5 hours and left work 1 hour early to try and beat the crowd. We were stood in line for 2.5 hours before finally giving up hope and leaving. I was more disappointed last night than when the Gators lost the National Championship game last year to ‘Bama. And I’m a pretty hardcore Gator fan, so that says a lot.
I’m usually a very patient person, but I think tonight God wanted to teach me a major yet subtle lesson. God, I’m listening and I learned. Thank you and amen.
Clearly, in my naivety I didn’t think that The Pioneer Woman would be so popular. I expected a decent line but I’ve stood in roller coaster lines for less time than that. I even heard one lady say she had been camping out at B&N since 3:30 p.m that day. Apparently, I didn’t get there early enough.
At least I got to see PW from afar and since we only moved through 2 Fiction aisles at the bookstore in the 2.5 hours we were in line, that was enough for me. Maybe I’ll get my cookbook signed some other time.
Oh, and next time I will leave my husband at home. Poor thing couldn’t wait 30 minutes in line before getting that anxious please-get-me-outta-here look on his face. What a trooper.
Lesson. Learned.

2 thoughts on “The Book Signing That Wasn’t Meant to Be

  1. Anonymous says:

    😦 Sorry you went through all of that effort and didn't get her autograph! 😦 At least the hubby got some Chipotle, that probably made it worthwhile for him 🙂

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