First of all, thanks so much for the input on how we should handle Friday’s death. Bryan told Jack today, and I think that went as well as could be expected, and I told Tony this morning to which he responded, “And me?” So we talked about heaven and how our bodies get very tired as we get older, and eventually it’s time to go to heaven. To which he responded, “And me?” And then I started freaking out that I had gotten too deep, and I said no, we’re clearly none of us close, and he responded, “No. And me go to school?”
Oh. Yeah, sure.
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So, yeah, BlogHer. I’m not there, and in truth, it sucks pretty hard. It sucks because I have some really solid online friendships and I so wanted to be able to give HUGS and SQUEEE and have big ole slumber parties. It was my choice to stay home, and in reality, I’ve got a huge thing happening on Tuesday so leaving now isn’t really feasible anyway, but .. STILLLLL.. I am very sad to be here and not there.
So Miss Zoot and I met for lunch today for our HomeHer10 celebration. We did everything we would’ve done in NYC: we wore clothes we felt most comfortable in, we ate good food, we talked people/blogs/technologies/projects, and then we realized that we were both already running late for something else. It was great, and it was good for a couple of hours because I left feeling inspired by her new stuff she’s got going on and a new project I was knee-deep in .. but then I went home to my house. Not a freshly made hotel bed with a bar downstairs, but my house. Which.. well.
To those of you in NYC this weekend, I MISS YOU ALREADY. PLEASE TAKE LOTS OF PICTURES AND INSERT ME INTO THEM.
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Oooh, y’all, check out me being featured as a Blogger with Style!!
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Leaving daycare today, I was talking to Miss Alice in the hallway as we were headed to the car, and I noticed Tony wasn’t beside me anymore. I looked down the hallway, where he was in a perfect downward-dog pose, one leg extended in a donkey raise.
I hollered at him to hurry up, we had to go.
He said, “No, Momma! I bein’ a dog down!”
Someone’s watched too much Body by Bethenny.
