One of my daughters gave me the cookbook for my birthday and then drove me to Little Rock for the book signing. The traffic was horrible, we went to the wrong store, and when we finally made it to the right place there were hundreds of women ligned up to see her! She is a nice lady ya'll. A really nice lady. Cute dimples, a great smile, to-die-for hair, and so very friendly. She signed and had her picture taken over and over and over. As nice as she was there was no way I was going to stand in line for 3 or 4 hours to have her sign my book. We decided to just stand back a little way, take her picture, and drive back home. We had a wonderful visit driving over and we were ok with that. Until.....until we spotted him. The Marlboro Man. Live and in person.
Now Ree I love you honey, but.....
We're talking about The Marlboro Man.
I don't know about you but I'd rather have him sign my book and be in a picture with me than her any day. I thought seriously about sneaking out the back door with him and running away. He really likes older women. He told me so. I'm sure I heard him say that. She'd probably want to fight me for him but I think I could take her.