Do you know Mrs Woog? Do you read her blog? If you don’t ,YOU MUST VISIT HERE after you finish this post.
I still cannot believe there are people out there that don’t read blogs.
GASP. Lucky you read this one AT LEAST.
I have been reading Woogsworld for a couple of years now. I just love how she can write about anything and have you test your pelvic floor all at the same time. True story. (Mrs Woog, my physio thanks you)
In all honesty, Mrs Woog’s Woogsworld promised me a gut laugh every single day I had Screamer Stewart aka Lil D on my hip extending his vocal cords. She would make me laugh about random shit and I would forget that I was on depression watch. Even just for a few minutes.
I remember one day thinking, THANK FUCK FOR YOU MRS WOOG. Mr MMM’s boss was seconds from having a screaming 1 year old dumped in his office when Mrs Woog stepped in with a new post.
Back in those days Mr MMM was working in a communist state and the Dictator didn’t think it necessary to allow the minions to be in attendance when their children required anaesthetics. So you can imagine the psycho mama that was thundering around this house. I have no doubt that the Dictator would have sacked Mr MMM that day. Mainly because he would have never wanted to see me ever ever again. Thank fuck for Mrs Woog.
They sat themselves right on down next to Steph and I instantly had the green eyed monster out on Steph. I was convinced Steph had no idea that she was sitting next to blogging royalty. Mrs Woog even shared a Lifesaver with her. Actually, she shared two Life savers and Steph kindly gave me one. See Steph is a lovely lady even when her friend next door is looking all green and bat shit crazy.
As bloggers do (even at blogging conferences), we Facebook and Tweet all the time. Clare Bowditch had just come on stage and I was resisting the urge to write on the MMM FB page that I was sitting near Mrs Woog. Just reporting in and name dropping you know.
But I held back.
Instead, I blurted it out all over my personal page and resisted the urge to tell Steph that Darren Rowse had just tweeted me and asked me to tell her to go back stage to meet Clare. (see I was bat shit crazy)
It was just after this that I scrolled down my phone and saw that Mrs Woog had posted something.
It went like this.
I could have been the first to comment on this post but I sighed and thought Mrs MMM you are a fucking stalker. Back in your box.
Then that thought only lasted about 20 seconds and I posted this …
Yeap fucking stalker INDEED.
Clare Bowditch then started singing that tear jerker song of hers, Amazing Life and we were sobbing.
Then it happened.
Mrs Woog started looking around with a slightly worried look on her face. She had looked to her right and all she saw was a man two seats down. It was at this point that she elbowed Steph and pointed at my comment. Steph then points at me to her left.
Mrs Woog then starts laughing and says, YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME.
So yes, confirmation Mrs MMM is a stalker. Luckily Mrs Woog thought it was all hilarious and Mrs MMM couldn’t stop apologising. After all niceties and photos were taken, Mrs Woog asked if we were heading to the Hilton for the Problogger party that night, cause she wanted to dance.
Well hell yeah.
Anyway, turns out Steph is as big a fan of Mrs Woog as I am and we were literally pissing our panties leaving the conference room that afternoon.
PELVIC FLOORS GONSKI.
So we did meet up with Mrs Woog that night. She is fucking awesome. She convinced me to wear a snake. Then she convinced Steph to wear a snake. To be quiet honest, she could have convinced us to jump naked out of an aeroplane and we would have.
So that is my story of the day I met Mrs Woog.
Of all the people Mrs Woog could have sat next to that afternoon, I can confirm that she sat next to her biggest fan girls and no doubt inspired Steph and I no end with her down to earth awesomeness.
ps. Love you Steph .. I am not normally a jealous person 😉