The only problem with this pleasant surprise is that it's a face that belongs to a perfectly lovely person that I've never actually met before.
Remember the scene in You've Got Mail when Kathleen admits that she only knows NY157 through the internet and she throws herself over and buries her head in her pillow?
Well, that was me...in a figurative sense.
I started following a woman on the Instagram several months ago called imkindofabigdealinindiana because she is from the midwest, loves Notre Dame, and has an adorable little dog named Cookie. I think I messaged her to wave hello, but couldn't remember if we had ever "connected" in an internet kind of way.
So today I walked up and said "I promise you I'm not a crazy stalker (which is probably the very first thing a crazy stalker would say) but I follow you on Instagram and think you're amazing".
Or something equally as socially awkward and stupid as that.
But it turns out that imkindofabigdealinindiana really is perfectly lovely and friendly and pretty and kind, and was not at all creeped out by a portly spinster breaking out in a flop sweat and gushing on and on about what a fun life she has and how I live vicariously....
God grief, you simply cannot take me any damn place at all.
We are now home and in the fall asleep in front of the TeeVee portion of the program, so I will say goodnight for now and hope for some stitchy updates for you tomorrow!