She's a Really Nice Lady But....

Do you read The Pioneer Woman? She's quite possibly the most famous blogger ever. She was a spoiled little city girl whose father was a surgeon and who grew up living in a house on the golf course. Can you say spoiled? She loved Starbucks and black high heel pumps, not necessarily in that order. One day, between college and law school, she met The Marlboro Man, fell in love, and got married. He was/is a bonafide cowboy and he took her to live down on the ranch...where she learned the front end of a horse from the back end, has cattle in her front yard, has shoveled manure, fought fires, and herded those cattle (or helped as I'm sure she couldn't do it alone). She learned ranching from the ground up, had four babies that she home-schools, and takes amazing photographs. I like the way she writes - she's honest and down to earth and she isn't afraid to laugh at herself. She also learned to cook - none of that fat-free stuff, but food that will stick to your ribs if you're a cowboy getting up at dawn to brand cattle or you're a kid running around like a wild thing all day long. Recently she released her cookbook and began a book signing tour. This week it hit #1 on the New York Times bestseller list! Which brings me to the point of this post.

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.