Oh, BlogHer - how you complete me. How you completely, completely blow me away.
From the moment I left my house on Wednesday morning at 5 am, to the moment when I walked back through my own door Sunday night, I don't think I stopped smiling. Or talking, judging from how hoarse I am. Maybe that was all the cackling. I certainly didn't get enough sleep. But Sleep is for the Weak.
I've got a stack of business cards about 2 inches thick, a brain full of lovely faces and names, and a mountain of swag. I've got a few pictures, and a bunch of mental snapshots. I've also got a fat lip, from my dog leaping up and crashing into my face.
Since walking through my own door and getting dogpiled by my kids, I've been dealing with fevers and kids puking. I've got so much to write about, but I need to give the kids the attention they need first.
And then I'll explain all this.