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Monday
27Jul2009

And Now It's Time For A Little Girl On Girl Action. Oh You! And Your Dirty Minds! It's An Interview. 

Last week I interviewed Dooce again for FOX. Day went something like this; Violet puked on me as I was leaving for work. I grabbed a dirty t-shirt that smelled somewhat clean (translation: no raging B.O. detected) and threw it on to replace said puke shirt. As I was grabbing my purse I realized the new, dirty shirt had a hole in the armpit. So I put on a jacket to cover my pit. A jacket. In 100 degree weather. I get to work and they tell me I'm interviewing Heather Armstrong in an hour. Great.

I don't think I even said hello to Heather, just immediately launched into an explanation about why I was wearing a jacket in triple-digit temperatures, mumbling something like it's either this or looking at my armpit. I talk fast when nervous. There I am in Heather's living room, speedtalking about puke and armpits and my unfortunate wardrobe. God knows what she was thinking. Ah well. Story of my life.

Heather recently landed at number 26 on Forbes list of the most influential women in media. 26. As she says; it's batshit insane that a girl from Utah is following the likes of Oprah, Diane Sawyer and Barbara Walters. I enjoyed talking to Heather, she's a smart, sweet gal who damn near has me convinced to try giving birth au natural. Me. No epidural??

The story aired last night on FOX. Puke and armpit aside, I think it turned out beautifully. You can find part one here and part two here. You can view the raw video of the entire interview below. While you listen to me stammer and stutter my way through, please keep four things in mind; no preparation, puke, armpit and lastly, I want to punch myself in the kisser as I listen too. I did my best, people, I did my best.