Dirty Dreams Do Come True

This could be the best day of my life! Hold onto your seats, friends. You aren't going to believe this. . .

I know a few things about myself. I know I could live on Redvines and Diet Dr. Pepper. I know my right foot will never be the same after the Summer of Fitness. I know I have the best job in the history of jobs. I know my family makes me happy. I know I have good MOJO. Case in point--This evening our plane landed safely in D.C. (good mojo in and of itself). I was tired, hungry (they don't feed people on airplanes anymore), and looking a little travel tattered (a.k.a. bad hair). Kimmy and I were just plugging along toward baggage claim--hoping our luggage had arrived and that there were no unsightly leaks or destructive explosions. That's when it happened--the greatest event in the history of travel adventures. We both spotted our most recent obsession--none other than Mike Rowe (of the Discovery Channel's Dirty Jobs). You must understand that we have a fascination with Mr. Rowe's work. We have DVRd & watched every episode of the show. We love to see him buried in filth, splattered with poooo, and wrestling smelly animals. Despite it all, Mike has the sweetest little grin that makes us melt. Having said that--both of us just stopped dead in our tracks, turned to one another and mouthed--MIKE ROWE. It was about that time I started to literally hyperventilate. No--really. Kimmy had the good sense about her to pull out her camera. The good news was the Mike was all alone and we appeared to be the only two people in the airport who recognized him. We worked up all of our courage and made the freaky "starstruck" approach. Mike was soooo darling (cuter in person, if that's possible). So, day one of our Washington D.C. adventure is off to a banner start. With my MoJo and Kimmy's camera, this is going to be one freaking great adventure. Getting dirty with Mike Rowe.