I Chose To Celebrate Father's Day By Registering For Blogher.

Father's Day went well. A raging success, actually. Even though in the midst of preparing a traditional  breakfast-in-bed I realized we were out of eggs. And we are a family that is never, ever out of eggs. Quite the opposite. We usually have dueling cartons, egg-lovers that we are. But, tragedy was averted by my quick thinking and thrifty nature (we had some left-over cooked ones from the day before that made a tasty sandwich when smothered with swiss cheese). I suck at frying bacon, by the way. I realized that fact a little too late. But Matthew seemed very happy so he must like it half-burnt and half-raw. (But what am I doing? I forgot that on the Internet nobody cares what you made your husband for breakfast.) Somehow I lucked out that when given the choice of getting to do anything he wants for the whole day Matthew chose to build a raised herb garden. I stood at the window watching him, feeling a little like Tom Sawyer by his fence. I swear it was his choice. He stopped only to take us all out for ice cream and then was right back at it. (Personally, I chose to sit on my a** the whole day on Mother's Day). If I haven't made it completely clear in this space Matthew is the greatest dad on the planet. Generous, loving and present. He deserves a month of Father's Days. But thank god they don't do that. That's a lot of bacon.

So I am going to BlogHer this year. When they announced that it would be in Chicago this summer I rejoiced. My dad and stepmother live there and I like nothing better than to mix pleasure with pleasure, so we're headed out there the same week for a visit with them. I'll nip over to Navy Pier for both days of the conference. Will you be there? I hope so since although my accountant assures me that I can write the whole thing off (attending a conference to stay current in my field! Finally my internet career pays off!) I am really going to meet all of you wonderful people out there. I am pretty damn excited. A leeetle peeved that I will be hugely pregnant at the end of July. This will make me feel more self-conscious and simultaneously unable to enjoy the kind of social lubricants that help in these situations. You know, like tequila shots. But at least I won't be hungover on day two. I hope that you are going to go. Each and every one of you. I can't wait to read your badge, squeal, and hug you like a long-lost friend. And I apologize now for impaling you with my humongous abdomen.

Comments

[Anne]

I would love to go and bitter irony of ironies, I will be in Chicago from August 7 for our summer holidays. Insert deep sigh here. Don't have a tequila for me.

[LetterB]

I will not have several for you, dear Waffle. It really is a shame - I wish our paths were going to cross. Damn this huge country. And the living on different continents thing.

[Kevin]

I heard they are letting guys in? Not really.
It's too bad I moved from Chicago just over a year ago, I could have had my face pressed up against the window looking at all the cool ladies from afar.
Have fun and do some marketing for me.

[Nicolle]

I am also on the "aw, shucks" team. Crap. [Shakes fist at embassy.]

[Elisa Camahort]

Yes, yes, we let guys in and always have! :)

And we'll have lots of non-alcoholic beverages and more than a few other pregnant ladies there too, so I'm sure you won't feel alone in your teetotalling ways!

Look forward to meeting you.

[Alexa]

I will be there!

And re: bacon-making--put it on a cookie sheet and bake at 400 degrees. Perfect everytime (as long as you don't forget about it...)