A Fortuitous Collard Greens Errand, or How I Met Kacy the Blogger

Today at Macey's, while purchasing a butternut squash and collard greens (my first time), I ran into one of my favorite bloggers. Literally ran into. You know when you awkwardly try to push your cart past someone else's through a narrow passage? And there's the chilling squeak of cart metal on cart metal? And you mutter a noncommittal "excuse me," but really you're regretting trying to go through in the first place because carts are always bulkier than you thought they were--kind of like my hips in a Target fitting room.

Eat your greens!! You will meet your favorite blogger if you do.

Then the owner of the other cart turns--her profile reminds you of someone--then her face is that someone: Kacy. This is embarrassing, but her old blog url was kasm.blogspot.com, so in my head her blog and somehow her name was "kasm" to me.

Anyway, I was starstruck and said something stupid like, "You have a blog."

Then she was nice and friendly and for the life of me I couldn't remember the real name of her blog (Every Day I Write the Book) and I didn't want to just yell, "Chasm! You write Chasm!" I just blathered on about how her blog is my favorite and I feel like a stalker because I'm like "Hi, Ellen!" (her little daughter's name--the daughter who was in the plastic car attached to the front of her cart) and I've always wondered what I would say if I ever met a blogger and now I know I would just have nothing intelligent to say .... on and on I went. She was very cool, told me about going to Alt Summit, asked me my name (Kimber--I remembered that at least), if I'd commented on her blog (maybe once or twice--I'm a bit of a lurker), if I had a blog (Poodle Writes--then later I worried she might think it was Poodle Rights like I was a PETA freak--I'm not! Poodles are for eating!).

Broccoli poodle: I love the internet.

She said she would look up my blog, so Kacy, if you find my little patch of internet, please know I'm not as weird as I was at Macey's today. But I really do wear gray sweat lounge pants with my brown ski coat liner all the time. In public. With my boat shoes.