What To Do When You Meet a Celebrity

1. Don't freak out. They are normal people too, right?

2. Don't reach for your cellphone to take a picture, or if you are me and hate technology, don't reach for your planner and breast cancer awareness pen to get an autograph.

3. If, you are unable to control the teenage girl inside of you, then casually and cooly disregard rules 1 and 2.

I bet you are dying to know which celebrity I met. Are you? Are you?
I'll get to that part eventually. Just know that rule 3 was totally written for me. Will I ever mature? Will I ever stop watching TV shows like Pretty Little Liars and The Bachelor? Will I ever surpress the need for a bright-colored velour sweatsuit or my love for Justin Bieber/Backstreet Boys?

I will let the bloggers out there contemplate the answers to those intellectual questions. But for now, I'd like to announce that I met Louis Armstrong two weeks ago.
Some of you may be wondering how this is possible since Mr. Armstrong has been presumably dead for quite some time now. Well I'm here to tell you that our dear friend Louis is alive and well, still playing the tunes while looking jazzy.

Here's what went down:
I happened to be outside laying poolside when I felt the unbelievable urge to quench my thirst. As I walked into the house I stumbled upon Louis doing his thing (aka jamming on the trumpet). I was speechless. There he was, Louis Armstrong, in the flesh. Literally, nothing but the flesh.
What's a girl to do?
Well, the teenage girl inside of me is more like a deadly dragon waiting to be unleashed in many social situations, sooooo I grabbed my camera and snatched a few pics of my fleshy friend Louis.

Isn't he a dish?





My two-week blog hiatus needs to end, but I'm currently a little star struck. Hopefully I'll be able to shake it off and fill you in on the happenings of Snick and Snickerdoodle later this week.

We may or may not be driving to Eugene, Oregon to find a place to call home tomorrow...