Do you like my jaunty head tilt? It's designed to show case my half in/half out ponytail, which I slept in
I've never been to BlogHer, but I'd kind of like to go. Not because I'm any big time blogger, but because some extremely cool and fun bloggers appear to be there and they? Are tearing it up. I was hoping it might be on the West Coast next year, but alas it appears the announcement has been made for New York City. Which probably = a big fat NO for me. Again. Woe.
So instead of being at BlogHer, I just found a list of blogs to visit, you know, in my nonexistent free time this weekend, when I visited the BlogHer@Home web site. Looks like a few extemely cool and fun bloggers are not there and they? Have been tearing it up. Now I'll have something to do while sitting on my ass at our Sunday Open House which no one will probably come to, again... because cruising new blogs is definitely preferable to peeking thru the curtains and pondering the fate of my family living in this house for the rest of our lives.
To celebrate BlogHer@Home (okay, not really), I went salsa dancing last night. That's not me in the picture, but I pretty much looked exactly like that. Oh yes, I did. The dancing got off to a rocky start (venue change, new venue = no wine, followed by a liquor store run), but once it got going, it was a good time. And yes, Tim and I were dancing... but yes, it was Carlie's "class" party. Wherein her "class" is a group of love-to-party adults of various ages and she is the only child affiliated with the dance studio and, no, we don't let her drink wine at the parties, but she loves going to dance with everyone outside of regular class time.
We're going to another party tonight (at a vineyard! with a BBQ! and a band! and more dancing!) (oh, and only adults!), so I think a day of rest and lounging is in order. To that end, I'm headed over to a friend's new condo pool with a bottle of bubbly and a big hat and my SPF 900 and we? Are going to get our summer on. But not too much. Because? Vineyard BBQ tonight with pretty much all of my best friends in the world. Or at least in the 'Couv. Well, not all of them. But it's going to be fun. Just the thing to help avoid the impending onset of pre-open-house depression. Because? It's been TWO FRIGGIN' WEEKS and no one has bought my house yet. How lame is that?
UPDATE: Why the hell is the middle of the post double spaced?
UPDATE 2: Why the hell am I sitting on the couch in my underwear blogging when I need to clean my house for the Open House tomorrow?
UPDATE 3: Does the cleanliness of my house *really* translate into a faster sale? Because it's been pretty damned clean for the last two weeks and yet? No offers.