My timing has always been shit. Like for instance me announcing a blog hiatus days before a national blog-convention where I will be attending on behalf of this blog (as well as this, this, this and especially, this.) I mean... what is that all about?
Site traffic? Who the hell needs site traffic? Ad revenue? Who cares? Because, guess where I am? I'm at the W in Chicago, waiting for BMC's plane to land so we can get this party started before the Bloghers descend upon this great city and all of my favorite mamas (and papas) appear before my eyes, some for the very first time and women will flood the pier like a tidal wave of estrogen and yeah, yeah, YEAH!
For those of you who will be attending Blogher, please remember to Confess Yourself at one of our various traveling "True Mom Confessions Booths" that will incidentally be traveling with us all over town/etc.
All confessors will be eligible for one of our feel-g00d-raffle prizes: The Cone. For those of you not familiar, The Cone is the ultimate in self-stimulation, because TMC takes care of it's lady friends. Oh yes. We do.
And if masturbation isn't your bag we will also be raffling off a Stila Makeup basket full of the freshest makeup for the loveliest blogger faces.
We will also be volunteering our dance skills to any and all Bloghers looking for a partner. Romi LOVES to limbo.
Tot-lifters of the wooooorld...
In the famous words of Morrissey (or someone equally as fabulous) ...
...Bottoms up, bitches.