This week’s “That’s What She Said” is all about the ‘she’. I talk about my weekend at the BlogHer09 conference. I don’t have a lot of pictures from the event, but what I do have you can see here.
I slept in, packed and am taking Daisy to my brother. WHO IS NOT ALLOWED TO LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO HER. Do you hear me Benjamin? Nothing.
Let’s just get this out of the way, shall we? Do you see my suitcase? Yeah, I packed my baby blanket because, apparently, I’m still six-years-old. Luckily the blanket is pink and therefore matches my second security blanket: my pink flask.
If anyone needs me I’ll be cuddled up in the corner drinking. Heavily. For the rest of you there will be a guest post tomorrow to keep you company and it will have nothing to do with BlogHer. I promise.
Last year I wanted to attend BlogHer, but didn’t. I was so worried I wouldn’t fit in. I’m not a mommy blogger and many of the sessions were parental themed because lots of attendees are moms.
What if we have nothing in common? Yeah, I’m an idiot like that. I have a lot of things in common with them. We all have a vagina and blogs for example.
This year I ignored all my fears and decided to go. Plus I finally found a silver lining to hanging out all weekend with thousands of moms. Are you ready for this? Moms are flask insurance.
Huh?
It’s brilliant really. Every mom I know has a bottle, or sippy cup somewhere in the bottom of a purse. Bingo! Sippy cup o’ vodka: it’s the must have drink for this year’s conference. The first thing I’m going to do when I arrive Thursday is beg my mommy roomies, Loralee and Sandi, to let me dig through their purses.
Now, whose purse has the vodka? Seriously, WHO? I want to meet you.
Actually I want to meet everyone, but vodka purses have priority. That’s the kind of bag that takes the edge off, which I’ll need because large crowds freak me out.
I’ve had a busy week, hence the boring blog. I’m leaving for BlogHer next Thursday and I’m trying to wrap up a bunch of school projects before I leave. This means the majority of Daisy’s time has been spent sleeping instead of demanding I fill her treat stick.
Luckily she hasn’t been too lonely. She had a stuffed friend to snuggle.
That or she’s found the dog equivalent of a blow-up doll which even grosses me out to write, so let’s stick to the snuggle partner.
