First assignment, I failed at. We were supposed to spend five minutes writing an autobiographical blurb to read aloud. But suddenly I was seized with the urge to jump up, take pics, find Tylenol and sunscreen for the back of my neck (because the spot I staked out is by the easterly window). Consequently I had no intro to read. Had to wing it. Mentioned the blog and how breeeeeliant I am so am expecting my stats to take a gigantic spike. :-)
We're up to 25 folks. Susie Bright is reminiscing. Molly the dog is looking for a lap, but every lap has a laptop on it.
When everyone stops talking, the sound of keys tapping sounds like rain.
I need food. Eyeing my escape route through the masses in the living room.
Update: Whenever Molly catches sight of Malcolm, she chases him out of the room. Would everybody who bet on Molly as alpha dog, please come to the window.
Food. Let's go! Over the breach!
Posted by: Jo | April 04, 2009 at 01:56 PM
I could email you some virtual food.
Posted by: Your mother | April 04, 2009 at 02:53 PM
We ate. Jo and I led the charge. Have you ever had bacon chocolate? Delicious but not as good as you'd think.
Posted by: pam | April 04, 2009 at 03:01 PM
where'd you get bacon chocolate? i nissed the bacon chocolate!
Posted by: e | April 04, 2009 at 09:38 PM
Bacon chocolate seems to me the kind of thing it's more important to try than to appreciate. When you can say you've had it, you've joined the club. You're on the cutting edge of the big bacon meme. The actual enjoyment of same seems incidental. Like caviar or lemon espresso. Or Bikram Yoga.
Posted by: pam | April 05, 2009 at 09:57 AM
You are so sweet for linking to my blog post about my thwarted spa day activities with the dogs. And...I am so sad that I missed Woolfcamp. My soul needed it. In ways that a spa day could not even begin to touch.
Maybe next time? I hope so.
Posted by: nakedjen | April 07, 2009 at 09:56 AM