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I’m here at BlogHer and everything is going swimmingly, thanks for asking, except for a humiliating arrival where the cab driver informed me as he was pulling into the hotel drop-off that no, he did NOT take plastic, and then I got to embark on a panicked, endless search for an ATM that would accept my finicky, magnet-strip-compromised debit card, because how else was I going to pay for my cab ride, HOW?

(I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO BLOW HIM.)

(Although I really didn’t seem like his type, if you know what I mean.)

I have photos to post and more to blather about, but for now I’ll leave you with a picture I flat-out stole from Kristin’s website, because I am classy like that:

Sometimes when I’m blowdrying my hair or driving to work or hauling yet another wet load of laundry out of the machine or whatever I compose blog posts in my head. They are, of course, nearly perfect in every way — a Matrix-like spread of sparkling, winking letters, trailing down the pages of this website one after another, just so, just so, laid out before you in truth and raw beauty and I say come with me, because here behind the pixels I am brave. Everything is spelled correctly and the instances of the term “jizz holster” are few. I do not rely on filler photos and I don’t bother worrying about what people will think and there is all the time in the world to say what I want. A lively hum fills the air. Maybe, also, the faint smell of something pleasant: say, vanilla.

It never quite works out that way, though, does it? So I’ll just say that summer isn’t quite as relaxing as I remember it being and I suspect it has something to do with parenthood, I would like it if my job could find a happy medium between So Fucking Bored I Have Found the End of the Internet More Than Once and Racing Dry-Mouthed in a Full-Body Panic To Meet Some Godawful Deadline, and I kind of wish all of us BlogHer attendees could just be laid back enough to show up in comfy jeans and sweatshirts because man, I don’t know what the hell to pack for this whole shindig, and hot damn this is going to be a hectic week and did I mention Dylan has a rotten cold, and LOOK, PHOTOS:

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