I know I'm a bit behind the 8-ball here, but I just got home this past Friday and figured now was as good a time as any to get my BlogHer groove on.Call it my (Semi) Wordless (Day After) Wednesday photo tribute, because I sure as hell am going to.Juliette and I actually ran head on into TheNextMartha while trying to exit the elevator to find her. Yay for having a clue!
There was that stop in the Smores suite where I pretty much embarrassed myself. Until that moment when the first bits of gooey melted chocolate and marshmallow smushed between crunchy graham cracker burst into my mouth, I'd pretty much denied myself all things not clean. Which means the Smore was dirty. But damn, dirty can be so good. And Theresa and Mary looked so much cuter than me and my Smored-out face, so we're gonna post this one and call it pretty.
If Mrs. Potato Head The Pillsbury Dough Boy...Elmo...and Dora were on my Must Meet and Be Seen With at BlogHer10 list...I rocked that goal. Hard.
And then there was The Bloggess. Don't worry. She's only offensive to assholes. Which is funny because I fancy myself an asshole and yet...I wasn't offended. Go figure.
There was also plenty of glow-in-the-dark party fever at the Sparklecorn shin-dig
And then there was this. My poem. By The Bloggess.I'd call that pretty much done, wouldn't you?