That was what one of the signs read at the Yarn Harlot (aka Stephanie Pearl-McPhee) reading last night. I'd always said that if she ever came to FL, I would find a way to go to the reading. If you think her books and blog are funny, let me tell you she is even better in person. (Run, do not walk to the nearest reading, you will never regret it.) I laughed so hard that I cried. Amy (who kindly drove us to Jax and back) and I were one of the last to get our books signed. I told her that "I laughed, I cried, it was better than Cats". She looked up at me and asked me to repeat myself. For a moment there was shear terror that I had offended her. It was too late, I'd already said it once aloud, there was no turning back. So, I repeated myself ("I laughed, I cried, it was better than Cats") and she said that was the best thing she'd heard all day. She said I should put it on my blog. (She even remembered the photo I sent her of my snowdrop shawl. It was my first lace project ever. Did I mention that she totally rocks?)
I only wished I had remembered to bring her good beer. Next time, Stephanie, I promise you will not have to drink beer-flavored water in FL.