I’m Getting Addicted
Okay, my last dose of Mommy Blogger Playdate Anti-Depressant (MoB PAD?) was just last Thursday, and already Alli (Mrs. Fussypants) invited me over to her lovely home for another “let’s see if we can raise those levels of dopamine” date, this time with bonus Nashville players! Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!
[Please, Mommies, don't stab me in the head. I know how very, very lucky I am! I am working on a MoB PAD Service for ya'll!]
I arrived Monday morning, 10am-ish, and everyone’s favorite Fabulous Mommy was looking as gorgeous as ever. And can you believe that I have STILL NOT RUBBED HER BABY BUMP? Alli, honey, please remind me to grope you innappropriately the next time I’m over. Oh, and after that, I want to touch your belly.
I got a stern talking to for trying to take a profile picture. Bad, bad Lotus!
Upon venturing into the room adjoining the kitchen, I noticed that Alli had a spread of amazing food laid out, and I ran over and immediately attached myself to it. My gluttony reigns supreme. This type of behavior is a key reason for a recent discovery of mine… stay tuned for more details in a coming post.
I had the pleasure of meeting Meredith (Like Merchant Ships). This is one smart, sweet lady. I am ashamed to say I had not discovered her blog before, but I am in the minority! She is a bloggin’ star, yo! And for good reason… go look at how she puts all of us to shame with her incredible finds and home designs for a fraction of what we pay! Gah! I immediately started shoving the lemon chess bars she brought with her into my facehole. (She wanted us to know that she did not make them, but bought them… but like I told her, she gets huge kudos for bringing them, even if she had snatched them up after seeing them fall out of an elephant’s butt, man. That’s how GOOD they were.)
Here she is, curiously close to a laser gun. I think she was ready to arm herself if I got too dorkishly spazzy. Or spazzishly dorkish. (I have no idea how I survived, b/c I definitely went off the scales in both areas. I should not be allowed out in public.)
Not long after I arrived (and chained myself to the island in Alli’s kitchen, snarling from amidst the pineapple chunks, croissants, and bagels) Karla (looking towards heaven) came with her munchkins (and brownies! can you hear the angels singing?).
And just look at her with her littlest munchkin.
I always forget how tiny they are in the beginning!
She has a lovely blog, and she makes wonderful invitations, announcements, and cards! I got to see her Mommy Cards up close, and they are really cute and classy.
Braden was, as usual, right at home and ran around owning the place. We apologize to Alli for the rifling through her kitchen drawers and cabinets, the redistribution of tupperware pieces, the rubbing of many books on the floor, and the sprite (?) on the carpet. *sigh* Also, we apologize to Karla for the befouling of her coffee when Braden inserted a large plastic cup he found directly into her mug. Awesome Show, Great Job!, Braden.
Here he tries to put the moves on an older chick. Observe while he uses the classic Ron Burgundy pick-up line, “I wanna be on you….” Clearly, it was not working.
Before I knew it, it was 1pm! Oops, Braden usually has his nap at 12:30. Heh. Bad Mommy?
It had seemed like mere minutes. When you’re chatting up bloggy goodness with a room full of beautiful, sweet and funny mommies, the time sure does fly. The sweet taste in my mouth that is still lingering isn’t from all the lovely food, either. Thank you lovely ladies for allowing me to wrap up 2007 in the pleasure of your company. I had a great time.