This Is Why I Love Dooce

From her “Thou shalt not misrepresent thy husband” post:

I am not very good at maintaining the celebrity-lay person code of conduct where you’re just supposed to let the celebrities go on living their lives and pretend that you don’t want to run up and lick them on the face, so I cupped my hands around my mouth and hollered, “MISS AMERICA! MISS AMERICA!” Right, except she wasn’t Miss America, my mistake, how was I supposed to know when only two seconds ago my husband had whispered her correct title in my ear? Was I supposed to be paying attention? Because I wasn’t, I was busy plotting out how I could fling my body in the air and wrap it around her head. That’s how I show my patriotism.