I usually loathe convention center home and garden shows. For every one cool idea you discover among the booths, there are twelve examples of schlock. If I want to buy a mop, I don’t need to schlep down to the convention center and pay a gazillion dollars for parking and entry for the privilege.
But this year I’m buying a ticket for the spring show and counting down the days. Why?
It feels odd to admit it, but I’ll saddle up for a little abuse to get a photo with the man. What can I say, dude makes me laugh on Flipping Out and Interior Therapy and I’m a sucker for that. I don’t know exactly when he’s making his appearance but I’ll be blabbing on Facebook when I find out.