A Meeting of Two SJGs

Here I am with the lovely Caroline Leavitt at the ladies literary lunch.  The SJG has a slight height advantage over the NYC SJG.  The heels of my boots were higher than the lift of her red cowboy boots.  Even though I towered over her, in my usual intimidating way, I was unable to convince her to take up residency in my humble abode, and serve as my own private literary fairy godmother, sprinkling magic dust all over me on a daily basis.  Oh, well.  I tried.  But I did wrangle an autograph and a cute drawing of a tea cup.  So I'm good.