Every once in awhile, we get lucky enough to have one of the greatest moments of our lives captured in a photograph. For me, this is one of those times.
After Jackie Beat announced that she wanted some photos with all the “funny ladies” in the room (GULP), she herded together Roseanne, Nadya Ginsburg, Jenny Pentland, Shawn Pelofsky, and your very own scandalous hag from Fresno. As I tentatively inched my fatass over, Jackie grabbed my shoulder and set me in place. Then, all of the sudden, I felt someone tap me on the arm. It was Roseanne. She said to me (and PLEASE hear this in your head in ROSEANNE’S INIMITABLE VOICE, I beg of you), “Hey, isn’t your name Muffy? I KNOW YOU.”
You see that look on my face? That is the look of a COMPLETE GEEK FAN GIRL.
That is the look of someone exchanging words with one of the actual reasons THAT THEY DO WHAT THEY DO AND THEY ARE WHO THEY ARE.
That is the look of someone WHO JUST HEARD GOD SAY THEIR NAME OUT LOUD.
That is the look of someone who is normally UNFLAPPABLE…LOOKING WAY FLAPPED. WAAAAAY FLAPPED.
I got to meet Roseanne. I can die a happy old hooker now.
BEST. NIGHT. EVER.
BEST. GUSBAND. EVER.
Thank you, Jinxie Beat.